alone on the platform opaque

Who owns the stars, I wonder? Are they private property? May my weary eyes still wander round them aimlessly and free? Somehow, the Earth got given to the rich men, kings and Tsars

First, Victorian kiss Pairing of stiff lips A primordial peck Decorum, rhyme remiss Solar eclipse blighted time Warmth from stem to stern But dry lips a crusty berm

This poem talks about the challenges which we students undergo as we struggle to climb the mountain of academics.

1. There was a castle by the sea; a castle made of sand and there lived Princess Fiddly-dee; the fairest in the land. 2. But then one day, a witch thought she’d