CH TWO 5

A little perspective piece I wrote

Why live with boundaries and yesterdays fears?

This country isn’t mine This country isn’t yours You built these shackled gates Where there should’ve been open doors The earth wasn’t our fathers’ The earth isn’t ours

I don't know why but I'm very proud of that poem.

SANGRAM, YOU ARE UNIQUE! P K Routray You were a boy of fourteen when first time I met you, as a standard ninth student of B B high school in nineteen sixty two.

A awesome pantoum about... Well, read the title!

I send my love a Sunflower for the brightness her love brings; and daffodils and blue bells for the bells her bright love rings; the reddest of all roses for the passion her love starts