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MIRROR'S CORNER

Everyone has got tense mood. Know the true mind of writers in this category. This is the place where writing meets with reality.

MAD VICTIM

Once upon a time, A visitor at daytime Came to steal a stone of lime. He was caught in the act, The stone of lime was still intact, Then they all started to react. They held him tightly at his...

THE STORMWIND

Let every eyes be open To see their own 'man-sion'. Let every pebble be taken Out of our daily affliction. Let them see with their own eyes, The humble tears behind our cries. Let every mind be spoken And left without...

ANARCHY

If the rains fell with no caution, Earth would have witnessed Floods of destruction. If the sun never cease to shine, The greens will only last a while. When the wind hijacks a sailing ship, The captain's voyage is thrown...

TRAGEDY OF A NATION

Evil! Abomination! Tragedy! The elephant that died in the forest, Was feast upon by the clay pot. The Buffalo that died in the desert, Became a meat to the clay pot. And now that the clay pot has broken, Who...

MATERNITY CARES

Forsaken for another, Exchanged for another, Love hurts the brokenhearted And soothes its later. But later may never come, Seeming like eternity, Minutes run into hours And the latter into days. Weeks go by And months say to them 'bye' Years comes in for...

A MOTHER’S LOVE

She lifts up the house right From its foundation and Balances it on her back. You will break your back Anytime soon." Father predicts. She is gold but will rather Let her children shine Brighter than her. You would age fast if...

BREAK THE SILENCE

To her; It all looks like waves, Like a wind in an ocean, Like a flatus from the balloon knot, Or like a sudden busted tyre of a bicycle. To her; It looks like dream, Like an event in the mind, Silence,...

A LETTER TO FATHER

I do not believe there are faults in my stars I do believe there are stars in my faults Regardless of accumulated scars And sad memoirs of which my heart acts as vault. Peace to the yet unborn Untouched...

WE WERE THE ONES WHO SHOT THE GUNS

While the birds started flying Above the noisy waters And the fishes started swimming Below the calm skies, We were the ones Who shot the guns. While the trees stopped dancing To the sounds of the dry winds And the leaves started...

THE DEAD MAN’S TALE

The day is young and my soul is weary, Sit, for my tale is long and might leave you teary, It began long ago, this tale which is the truth. Foolhardy I was, even in the prime...

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