This is an imagery of a poetess who compares herself with a leaf. Here the poetess just dives into deep thoughts and questions herself – Who Am I? She is…
This poem happened to me as anything. We began the ending. When everything is just so perfect there is always a fear that of being insecure about things. Maybe most…
What would matter after years from now? Your repentance on the by-gones. Your forever guilt of making wrong decisions. You are hurt yourself for some unimportant reason. Instead of living…
