He sees his shadow– Continue Reading
The sun rises now Continue Reading
Doves whispered softly Continue Reading
Sleepless nights have come and gone
but hope still lingers on its own.
For life awaits impending noon
in want for more as dawn moves on.
Poetry of benign ambivalence
secures our society against contrary bewilderment,
even fermenting hope in the unforeseen masses.
Mistress of sun
Welcomer of life
British future is at hand with making Brexit its stand.
As ego and integrity war,
our world is nothing but poorer.
You are like an angel in my kingdom of sorrows.