I am a Crow. I am a bird. I am not esteemed in the bird community. Human beings also abhor me. I am not envied any where in this world. What are the reasons behind this aversion? Why are you so annoyed from me? Have you ever pondered over it?

There is always something going on.

Just part of my writings
Please read and tell me what you think this is.

English love sonnet.

My aunt passed away last night. She was the sweetest old lady I ever knew.

You will always be the one for me.

I don’t know how I can.

Poem About Death.

Poem: I Love You Loving Me.

Nobody believes a liar.