Surrender
Sitting near the beautiful blue water of the lake, I saw the reflection of a girl, who is conscious about her hair-do, who keeps gazing into the mirror for
Disappeared
The alarm clock kept beeping on a late Monday morning. Mrs. Caesar dreaded her daughter’s getting late for office. She hurried up to Sophia’s room. Knock! Knock! No voice.
If you hold my hand again
It’s the essence of the morning dew Or you are looking back. At your long-forgotten past. That is me, No less I waited for you. Accepting the reality though
Coming to End
This poem that tells about the suffering of a girl deceived by a boy in a relationship while she wanted his support during her struggle.
