Love defined
(A sonnet in syllables) Red lips, kohled eyes, bounce in her steps A glance that zipped and zoomed with zest For everyone she was the best Moreover when she wore her specs She seemed like one who loved the depths! She figured figures in a test Her math to her was like a fest...
Poems have no caste
Poems have no caste… and yet I will insist that they also need to be classified. Just as we humans are all the same, yet it helps to have us classified into races, creeds, cultures, regions, castes, and also by language, habits, disabilities, gender and there could be many other forms that even I may...
