Why make cry
No matter how hard I try...

Oh come again you gentle darkness
Come, the only quite time in my life...

Can we call ourselves artists or even poetess?
This is just art, to free the burdens of the mind...

Only the good is from God,
Only Him can grant what is good...

I have been there in Africa
i have never been America...

I don't remember how is it like to have a father
Because I lost mine long before I could even...

The only time when I did love was long back.
I was young and she was also young and innocent...

A bird flew so majestically and so free
It flew to the flowers on my bower so free...

After all these poems, I hope a listening ear will...
I hope all will understand my rhyme though not...

Hopeless once again in this world full of fate.
day by day we live side by side with misery...

After all the pain i have been through
and all the pain i went through...

I am in love.
i am trying to say that i am truly loved by this...