Posted on: March 25, 2020 Posted by: Yetesh Sharma Comments: 0

Noise in the Backyard

I have been hearing this for quite awhile. I have been ignorant to disregard it for an opportunity to listen.   But it had a meaning,…

Posted on: March 25, 2020 Posted by: Yetesh Sharma Comments: 0

Rest

Don’t you move, neither a bit, It’s hot outside and it’ll hurt you bad. So dear are you to me, chirping and eating together, All life,…

Posted on: March 25, 2020 Posted by: Yetesh Sharma Comments: 0

My Pen

I don’t know where my pen falls weak, Where does it become stronger. I know its sparkling now. Aside from numerous visions. Voice in me narrates…