There were lepers on the street, Blind people led by kids Many sat on the floor They were all hungry, I thought. I stared at the scenario I began to think of the people I pondered and wondered I sought to find a solution to ease this suffering And to help stop the mourning. As […]Read More I know His name
As old as an art can be,We paved the way for a new regimethey’ve never seen anything like us.Because we used the pen like never beforepiercing their hearts and shaking the world,we came with a new way and an act of war We send messages with pleasant wordsbut sometimes we make it cold to demand […]Read More The world was silent when we came.
Who would go for us? And who would bear the cross? Who would heal their sores? And proclaim that the victory is won. All was quiet and calm They all stood and thought it hard To pass through such agony And bring everything to harmony Is there no other way? They all turned in awe! […]Read More The sacrifice
Just like a painter and a brush,just like a fisherman and the hook …so is a writer and a pen ,the words are within but the pen speaks it allRead More
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak WaltonRead More The Journey Begins