A poem about our lives. A different perspective on it. Hope you enjoy it, readers.

They there is a time.

Thank you friend I feel the honour and respect you all shower.

Please Praise Do read and appreciate as well as comment upon each poem independently and not as a ritual of awarding a few cent s worth only. Thanks to all…

Your eyes Your eyes mesmerise, yes they do… Whose? Guess is yours.

A Lovely Vision Just a simple thought crossed my mind when a great poet wrote about the silliest.

Thanks for the wowow To all who sent Shakesperaean messages.

This poem was written two years ago. It’s unfinished.

A Son Is Born We all crave for sons but do we really crave.

Poetically Just Simply justify yourself.