A walking shadow?
A poor player...

(Part - II)
Born of the parents...

(Part - III)
I am a dew drop...

You! Daughter of Hollowness,
Born of bamboo tree...

It is a thought
That we are born...

Memories of childhood prattle sweet,
Strange, funny utterances incomplete...

An humble tribute to William Wordsworth: (1770...
When I was young Wordsworth hood-wink(ed...

Victory, be not proud!
Had I not lost, you couldn't have won...

Why the flowers fade in a day?
Why the sun sets the same day...

With love in the air all around,
Cupid's floral arrows hound...

A primordial monolith in first birth,
All around did dullness girth...

( Part - I)
He is this...