The Wounded

I do not usually explain my poems. But this is one of my older ones. Usually I throw away the poems I make; I send them to a friend, say, and will not bother to copy it back. Or put it as a comment somewhere never to be found again. But I have this one […]

My Dear Friend

Yesterday a bosom friend had a nice proposal penned our year-long dry spell to end – together some time to spend. Today sharp at 10.30: She woke me up angrily I was quite late already I had to just jump and flee. It was no just sweltering sun. Tar on road was too molten. Temperature […]