It would have been better

Till the date I become father myselfCould not realize that the mere sight of himCould bring you unbound delight in your little blue eyesNow I understand allFrom the day my first child was bornHow its name tastes sweetAnd in the ears creates musicSoothes the heart and sparks joyAnd the same heartI know how takes a…

as the rainto the cloudand you are so tuckered outthat you can’t bearany morethe weight and pressureyour legs are deadyou feel burned outand out of coldnessyou condense and freezethough you try hardto concealbut the wind knows alland tellsdifferent storieswith hundred photographsreal and genuinethrough yourbeautiful and bright eyesonly a true friend knowshow to readand what goes…

A problem for paternitySperms of a manAnd many wombsWill not deny you your paternal identityIn an extreme conditionPolygamy is an exception and for man onlyTo save woman from being a street property.

Face is the mirror of the soulLiterature is the face of the society as a wholeOh! Mirror, you have to reflect me as it is your goal.But why do you really fail to show my soul?Whatever I doIn front of youYou do that dittoIf I lit a cigar, you lit too without nitto.Even you can…

i played down all whatever cameas advices in my way to keep me upsafe and protectedfrom the claws of demonsuntil dangers and all sorts of vicesgriped me from all arounddown, down, downat the bottombefore I cool my mindand became a wiseand that too came not before I becamethe mother of a childnow I fully understandwhy…

With a gleeBut I peepTo seeThe real beastInside me.