I started to write from a young age. The plight of the poor in this society pained me a lot. These reflect to a great extent in what I write. Many of my writings are lost forever. From class XI I started to maintain a diary of sorts. These writings never qualified for publishing. I have once again started to write and thus new thoughts and opinions finds its place here.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
BLOSSOM
As the petals unfold, of stories yet untold. Dew caress the curves, you settle in my nerves. As the petals open wide, my love has a sunny ride. Buzz 'n' hum readily spring, as bees on the tresses sing.
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