Mad

That day when you put that wedding ring To me, it was the world’s best bling When you held my hand with tenderness Gosh, can’t explain that feeling of togetherness To me, you are a blessing to hold The one

My mother was silent when I told her about the pregnant woman whose water broke while she was walking behind her husband, barefoot, the end of her sari clenched by her teeth, still walking. She gave birth on the road,

Rising sun with wide morose, Bright day turns uncanny and horror. No trace of lives neither a tiny fly, A bitter seclusion devouring the earth. Beloved beat off denied touch, Rage certainly not but eager to survive. Dark forest plunged