Broken roots

can no longer

live

in the land

of our birth

when what we need

only exists

within foreign lands

a little peace

for our kids

we can no longer

live

in the land

of our birth

where to live in peace

is an illusion

broken

by the pain

of seeing pieces

of woman and children

scatterd upon

this once beautiful land

by those

who have been trained

to spread the pain

to break the peace

we once held

within

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.