Its different from what I usually write but my muse was focused elsewhere during the penning of this particular poem.

Another haiku from my collection.

Why Ducklings Follow Their Mother.

Poem about a boy and his bike.

Naughty river silently flows…

For the ground seems to swallow and spit at me.

Being a bird of paradise, the male of the peafowl is bestowed upon with a long rail of tail feathers with beautiful patterns.

When venturing into the countryside, one would never miss the consistent calls of Tuk, Tuk, Tunk, Tunk, like hitting copper, which is given this bird its name – Copper-smith barbet.

It was a vile and wicked crime and nobody could argue any different, but many people thought the perpetrator had been driven to madness by an uncaring landlord.

Torn between two countries, Kashmir is such a beautiful place to be visited, since the people here have great hospitality towards tourists.