Muted Machine

  As a fatal blow of the fate- Many sharp spears and swords Thrusted deeper thousand times Until the throne o...more

A poem on road accident

  Ode To The Dear Departed... I remember it's on a hartal day- The dark evening of the first February; ...more

Stop not to stare

STOP NOT TO STARE On the move to the hills and valleys Tiresome trips on every day Tempting serenities on th...more