Poem
January 6, 2021
O matter-reared frame by earth-sap nourished,A million nerves woven to perchance captureFrom wayward
Sonnet
September 3, 2020
I lay one lazy noon in arms of a drowse,My senses retreated to their subliminal house.My mind withdr
August 21, 2020
All sophistries vanish now as morning mistScattering its fever by fingers of morn.Events like fickle
July 26, 2020
First the summons in field of mind,A labour long of the thinking kind.An infusion of ideas wide and
