I peeped out of my window pane And saw two young lads in the cold who lay Bony, frail and sickened frames, Writhing with hot fever, living on shallow breath. I sat back with a…Continue Reading
Mar 282020
Author: Rehaan Singh
Mar 282020
Ensnared in this wreath of fear, lies a breathless me Lost in a labyrinth of Fear’s artful creativity Behind this barricade lies my anxious heart As again the tendrils of Fear, drag me into its…Continue Reading