If I’ll ever have a son, I’ll teach him how to look… How to look at a girl of his class, how to talk to her… I’ll teach him how to listen… How to listen to her when she lashes out on being hurt, how to protect her even though she’s no one to him..
So our lovely readers, the masters of logic and the hidden lovers of philosophy. Do you mind calling a poetry ” the stanzas containing logic” or you would oppose this and retain the defination of poetry as ” the stanzas containing philosophy” ? Well, in my case I won’t mind calling a poetry as the
I came to you Or you came to me, What the world finds true Isn’t what I wish to see. I ran into you Or you ran into me, What these roads find true Isn’t what I wish to see. Yes I’ve awaited you But you too, did the same, I found you as the
Is your journey going well? So dear lovely readers, Hope you are doing well.. This day literally seems like, this is about journey, the journey of life, which has to come to an end someday and all our wishes have to die with this body. This short poetry is about how we turn helpless once