I’m your regular Joe.I earn an average wage.I live in an apartment house,And I try to lead an aesthetic life. Now, if I were a trillionaire,I could be the world’s patron,And support millions of people.But would that make a difference,Because … Continue reading Trillionaire
My mother named me Roy,Because, I was her Prince.I was her first born,I was her first joy!She taught me, how to read and write,And she told me, about Jesus. When I was fifteen,I tried writing poems.Now, that I’m sixty,All I … Continue reading My Mom
I have a daughter,She’s my world—Because I love her with all my heart. Her happiness is important to me—So, I worry about the decisions she makes. I become distressed,When she acts independently—I know she can’t help it,That she’s unmarried. But … Continue reading The Apple Of My Eye
When leaders warn, “It’ll get worse before it gets better,”they cast a shadow that binds us in a tether.Society hears, fears—the cycle we must endure,a never-ending struggle, a fate unsure. Caught in a time warp, we wait and worry,yearning for … Continue reading Doomsday
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