In my search for love I encountered deceit, I hoped for a companion but met an oppressor, Love eluded me and lust contained me, Just as I was about to take solace in solitude, Love breezed in and gave me respite. I doubted it at first, Thinking it won’t last, As it had happened in…
I am the broom leaning aganist the wall the ladle full of piping hot soup i am the hands that launder the sagging breast suckled by many children
Sweet scents of flowers crammed the air Atmosphere electrified with harmonious songs All sourced from the splendor of my field Where everything obeys my every command Yes my field, my abode Endowed with awesome tranquility Yet dripping with fearsome potency And I ask myself- Could anything be better than this?