We live in a world where nothing is permanent and change is the only constant; and we all must learn to accept it, embrace it and live with it.
When we were kids, chasing someone in hide and seek, it was just a game I believed.
An original poem by the author describing winter – a description of nature at the time, along with the reaction of men and women.
In this tech savvy world, how have things change an how we miss the humane touch that is now dominant by gadgets, making us miss the old times.
Here is the voice of the broken, the pain when everything else is dead. A set of words that try and tell how we feel when we are on the verge of giving up but can not.
I see the satisfaction and the content of all the joys…
Glinting in your beautiful eyes.
The poem is set up around the concept of how our generation was given freedom in a silver platter by our ancestors.