Fortune may narrate, the rhyme of time, Way back home one has to go. But the folds never ends, On the go and onto the home. Spikes may hurtle, as they are made to, The trough may dry, as…
Somewhere in your praise, come I to speak some few’s, You this wondrous jewel in life, You this secret strife! A smile that emerges from the woe of the past, Don’t let some shy in me at last! When in…
Lust, revere, proposed norms, pettiness, One pushing admiration, possible merits. Royal perspire, lone shady shadows, Actions to narrate success, like notes. This…