Fealty
Every one of us has travelled, walked down many a different road, But very few among us remember how, and fewer, why we trode, For most of us, it was simply a linear journey from path to the next, Choosing
Cloudburst
How often do you notice the death of a single dream, Seeing the last drop dry up from its parched stream, But you don’t really mind, pronouncing not even a tiny scream, As if having anticipated they were all meant
Pygmalion
I look for things more often, when they are ones I cannot see, I know they were, because they are so clear in my mind, And once visible, my mind refuses to merely let them be, It pushes me to
Enablement
Quite often, we come across someone, we think of, as disabled, And quickly correct our thought, they are differently abled, If we only took the time to understand, what makes us perfect, We would know, anything perfect, is merely an
Escape
People mistakenly think the darkest hour, is the one before dawn, The darkest hour, is one at which hope has finally withdrawn, Without hope, helplessness is the only player still in the game, But with nobody to play against, the