Poem

When one opens the first page of a book, they are no longer associated in their surroundings, for they start to enter the image of the realm that lies between those pages, be it an avatar of imagination, or the tale of a notable personality. Good writers have the supremacy of showing the apparent corners […]

When one opens the first page of a book, they are no longer associated in their surroundings, for they start to enter the image of the realm that lies between those pages, be it an avatar of imagination, or the tale of a notable personality. Good writers have the supremacy of showing the apparent corners

The fifteenth of August streaks the day of independence, To commemorate the glory of an individual nation, this is to uphold prodigious significance. The influencing significance that gleams in the eyes of Indians, hearts filled with pride, Rises her flag, in tribute of the fighters who marched with a crave of national freedom and fought

Grand green leaves, an aspect of lifetime, They move so benevolently on the arrival of a cry allied with bell chimes.  To welcome a spirit, so dear to their natured heart, And paint a vision, for they would perform in spirit’s days, a part. Oh, the grand trees who embrace their grandchild in their branches,

For quite some time, the canvas on the easel was painted azure, The conception was minimal, yet so unequivocally pure. Soon came a limited of components, of various colors and hues, But the artists felt as if the elements and blues were overused. And so, they grasped and budged the tip of the soaked brush,

The narrative of energy, commences with the birth of type solar, Who cried the rays of heat and bright, transforming its very exposure. But oh, for he just wanted to aid, his tears as our bounty, And it did, but at what cost? Our energy is decreasing profoundly. Maturing, a shelf of renewable energy had

We started the ruling of the Emirates small,Till past there were deserts, Bedouins, tents, and trading hauls.At our present, we hold the future so far,The efforts have been pursued; the idea doesn’t seem so bizarre.We desire to display the very significance,Of the education systems, cultures, and purposes further.After all the sweat and toil put into

A string of steps, a beam with a hop,The eye of the people descends on the sunny spirit.She, crowned prom queen, with her saccharinity lights up the room,Who would ever grasp if she ever sensed misery too?A juvenile fantasy, a hook of destiny,“Must be Fortune’s whim, or infatuation clandestinely.”Eminence earned by fate, what must have

“Here commenced, the chronicle of life,the birth of changemakers and to spot of Mother Nature’s strife.Cave dwellers who rather had Mother’s blessings seized,Established a system, life of indeed!The pairing of mortal discovery, who joined hands with occurring nature,Gave rise to a creation, change making, years to come greater.And how they revised schemes, one shade on

Gulping, nervous, biting lips,Heart beating so fast that your control slipsOcean of pessimism drowning your mind,You search for positivity, but your brain just declinesSomeone is trying to take over you,Oh no! What should you do?Ugh! Think optimistic Oh never mind!There’s no solution you can find.But stop what you’re doing and take a moment,Are you doing