Banyan Trees
Yesterday’s you is mist Shrugged off like an old ill-fitting jacket Part of the patchwork of your life still But not a prominent bit For who are you today, After reflection, contemplation, learning, and growth Is the part that truly…
Yesterday’s you is mist Shrugged off like an old ill-fitting jacket Part of the patchwork of your life still But not a prominent bit For who are you today, After reflection, contemplation, learning, and growth Is the part that truly…
New day...new poem
Just a poem about women, rain, and tenacity.
Trigger Warning- Mentions of Bloodshed It is so easy to get caught up in life, The daily ups and downs, That out of sight often means out of mind And the world’s problems become too far- What can we do…
New day...new poem. Just remember girl, you are Durga. You can be anything.
What do writers think of? Well, this writer, thinks of chickens.
A new day. A new poem.
A new day... a new poem.
Hey you, Yes, you there- With your fingers stained with ink And eyes that see beyond what many can even wink. I carry, post haste, a letter for you, mistress. You see, it’s from a lady- Woolf, she said her…
Another day, another poem.