London, once the centre of the empire where the sun never set, dates back to prehistory with evidence of structures from Mesolithic times.
A journey that shreds castes and creeds to heal the self-esteem of a woman.
Bulldozed brick by brick, my childhood was torn apart by tears streaming down the stone facade as my house collapsed.
“War is vast. It reaches across the horizon, loftier and older than peace. Killing came before war, but it might also be that refuge preceded war.
Let me be free. Let me be free
“Who am I? “
London, once the centre of the empire where the sun never set, dates back to prehistory with evidence of structures from Mesolithic times.
A journey that shreds castes and creeds to heal the self-esteem of a woman.
Thoughts of a devoted poet
Bulldozed brick by brick, my childhood was torn apart by tears streaming down the stone facade as my house collapsed.
“War is vast. It reaches across the horizon, loftier and older than peace. Killing came before war, but it might also be that refuge preceded war.
If sunflowers shone in the sky and clouds floated in lakes,
A brief history of the creation in verse.
Peach seas murmur with the colours of the setting sun. There are no peach trees here — only