Homeless: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
His eyes reflected the hues of the sky so desolate and grey Bereft of food and shelter, no place for his head to lay Lifelessly...
His eyes reflected the hues of the sky so desolate and grey Bereft of food and shelter, no place for his head to lay Lifelessly...
The bright yellow building was glowing aglow, not just because of thefresh paint. It was something else! Ms. Annie, the head-teacher,paused near the iron gates....
The bright yellow building was glowing aglow, not just because of thefresh paint. It was something else! Ms. Annie, the head-teacher,paused near the iron gates....
In the eyes of a childThe world seems like a big balloonFilled with candies and chocolatesThe clouds are floatingBubble gums and toysThe rainbows are storybooksabout...
In the eyes of a childThe world seems like a big balloonFilled with candies and chocolatesThe clouds are floatingBubble gums and toysThe rainbows are storybooksabout...
The child in me still seeks mother’s lullabiesIn her cozy lap, I find my peaceful paradiseLooking for answers to all my what’s, where’s and why’sAnd...
The child in me still seeks mother’s lullabiesIn her cozy lap, I find my peaceful paradiseLooking for answers to all my what’s, where’s and why’sAnd...
The beatific smiles on angelic faces Running the grounds with open shoe laces Baked brown in the lavish sun A soaring spirit and worries none...
I’m an execrable creature, dwelling on lanes anonymous, A destitute, a victim of my own destiny, precarious. Society looks down upon me, an orphan, a...
I’m an execrable creature, dwelling on lanes anonymous, A destitute, a victim of my own destiny, precarious. Society looks down upon me, an orphan, a...
Childhood – the age of innocence is not a favour bestowed. It is a ‘given’ in every young soul’s life! Not that Rohan knew this...
Childhood – the age of innocence is not a favour bestowed. It is a ‘given’ in every young soul’s life! Not that Rohan knew this...