Mighty roars and virulent thunders, Restless they patrol the heavens, Like men who linger to inspect, They let the minuscule drops drop by. Only a trifle matter to misty guards Of the fabled gates of heaven, Dictates mankind though, as he feels Beloved tears of those passed us by. Summer’s woes appeased in... Continue Reading →
December Hue
A single chirp in the unperturbed sky, Not much to see, not much to feel, Not much to hear, the lark sings “no fear”, As it flew a solitary flight, a willful fight, Dauntless in winds cold and sharp, Zealous in song and a song in mirth, Of hope, as a merciless sleet Swept across... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 