Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Saturday, 1 April 2017
Sunday, 17 April 2016
#1Napowrimo 2016
Maybe its a tab bit late, but I think I'll give NaPoWriMo a try this year.
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Old is gold, like a silly joke
At the end of all things old, scraping for the leftovers,
a window of opportunity- to save or not to?
A place with no space, why hold on to bygones,
urbanization observing nostalgia will do.
Great things made by hand, pictures only proof,
Children will forget,
old is gold? What a silly joke, they’ll say.
-Manisha
Thursday, 10 April 2014
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