For this week’s #ThrowbackThursday, I am sharing a short poem from Jan 2015. This poem is dedicated to the mother-son bond and the playful times.
One day as I was passing through plastic town I happened to pass a school playground yet I couldn’t hear one laughing sound. Can you
Ask a little girl what does she wish to become when she grows up and she will give various answers. She has dreams. We clap our
The pencil of your mind moves and scribbles writes and draws pokes holes in pages
Been ages No peaceful sleep How do I function How do I reap
You saw my hair left open You gave out a loud sigh Mum, please tie up a ponytail Then I wondered why I tied them