A poetic essay appreciating the beauty of nature while commenting – at a subliminal level – on the erosion of our surroundings.
I feel hollow at the thought of being a continent away from my community as they revel in all the festivities.
A poem on being overwhelmed by the thought of starting over in a new place with new people while leaving family and home behind.
The poem deals with the death of the poet's maternal grandmother and younger sister.
The author pens down a first-hand account of what myopics experience on a daily basis.
With the focus shifting from the improvement of man, the need of the hour is to deliberate on these vital aspects of human life — morality, virtue and ethics.