I Dream The Dream Of My Father

And so the time has come to share another poem from my wordsmith tongue I Dream the Dream of My Father Morning sun rises but not shining without my coffee bean As the sun is always dark like the writer's block Though brain's as big as this planet but all empty If I can't think, [...]

When A Young Artist Dreams

The poems says it all, “When a young artist dreams”. Molded thoughts of a child by her mother's hands & grace, she asked her, who do you want to be A mockingbird singing opera or a duckling princess dancing at night? Her mother buzzing like a fly, talked endlessly as they marched in the museum [...]