poetry is my language to the world or may be to myself.
Organizing my thoughts in verses is almost like a meditation, helping me to reflect upon life.
They may be memories, may be thoughts, may be a vision, may be dreams, may be opinions, may even be worries, or some thing that I cant define.
All in the form of poems.
Saturday 7 July 2018
Redefining Bravery
Sometimes you need not lift
mountains,
Or fight
huge battles,
for being brave.
To find a
dead rat in your lawn in the most ghastly fashion,
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