What if poetry was a purple sponge-
the asset of the royal...

She scribbles an array of curved lines
uniformly on the paper...

"Amma", her voice goes
as she strides barefoot...

Counting the syllables of friendship,
my heart realizes the non-existence of rengays in...

Virginic beauty
of a captivating thick pool of coolness...

An illuminating sun basks in the glory of a virgin...
and the birds flight...

...And when he took his first steps,
her eyes reflected the cluster of mirth...

My hand feels the war
raging between my thoughts and pen...

O my love,
where do you walk towards...

Winter bares a tree
of leaves while Summer dawns to...

Love lingers in
the hearts of...

Sarah forgot her-
who helped her discover dreams...