A Dream Time She would enter,My lonely abode,Dressed like a fairy princess,With her golden curls flowing in the wind,We would…
The Gift The old woman stood in tatters, Alone in the world, Lonely at heart, Begging for tidbits from the…
Life From The Point Of View Of A Ghost She moved stealthily, stepping ever so delicately, Through the eerie halls,…
My Tiny Tot Begins To Fly My tiny tot with twinkling eyes,Has grown into a bubbly teen.She is getting ready…
The poem presented below won the 9th spot out of 50 selected poems in the S7 poetry competition conducted recently…