Induja

B e not proud O death! To have snatched, The most precious of our gems;  Leaving us shocked and shattered. You must have gained in our loss,...

                              Are the ' house' and  'home'                                Synonymous words?                 ...

                                           The  sound of hope is,                 The sweetest ever we hear,               When things get ...

              The moon is not perfect tonight,        Its glow, too, is not so bright,        Nor does it look as confident,         As it d...

                                                                              I wish I could be,,                      Like flowers in the ...

                                Words are part of my existence                      Through them I express myself                       And ...

                               The night is standing at my door                    Like a much-concerned mother                   Asking me ...