Grateful as I am, (I really am!) For my gray hair, I don’t blame you. I know you don’t even care, And, why should you? You’re way too powerful, Indifferent to the… Continue reading
Buried under the consecutive layers of Time, Pain, raw and dark, Gets metamorphosed Into the glittering diamonds of memory!
The spring brings forth Flowers, unfolding the petals; It also settles the old scores By betraying moisture in my eyes; You call it allergy!