Cry

When i look

through these bars

of your disign

when i feel the sun

through the window blinds

when i smell

fresh air

when you open the door

i bow my head

and cry

alittle more

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.