By: Zunayet Ahammed Every morning peeps through my window With its sparkle. Each noon reminds me of its fading away. Beautiful flowers on earth wither. The evening creates an image of loss. The lorry quietly rolls forward Buses, trains and…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Every morning peeps through my window With its sparkle. Each noon reminds me of its fading away. Beautiful flowers on earth wither. The evening creates an image of loss. The lorry quietly rolls forward Buses, trains and…