Who am I? A question I ask myself every night. And left unanswered and hope rise that I will find the answer next day. And the next night again I ask myself and again I tell myself to have patience. That a day will come when I come to know who I am! Am I … Continue reading Who am I?
And that little bird, I was caressing for months, Came to learn how to fly, It broke my heart although, It’s my fault, that deep in my heart, I kept a expectation hidden beneath, Which couldn’t be digged since yet, That she will not leave me alone. Although I saw it clearly, That one day … Continue reading The Little Bird