Poetry

Crazy

Crazy — a kaleidoscope of thoughts, Spinning like a top in a summer bazaar, Where reason tiptoes on the edge of madness, And sanity wears a polka‑dot scarf. In the garden of

Outdo

In the hush of morning, I try to outdo the sunrise, To paint the sky with colours brighter than any neighbour’s dream, Each breath a challenge, each step a quiet vow to

Unfed

Unfed In the hollow of the morning light, A child waits with empty palms, Her stomach a quiet drum, Unfed, she dreams of her favourite slice of bread and a cup of

Helix

Helix In quiet labs where fibres twine, A double spiral draws the line, Each turn a whisper, soft and grand, Of life’s own code, a woven strand. From seashell’s curl to pinecone’s sigh, The helix climbs

Pride

Pride In quiet dawn the meadow sighs, A stag lifts head with steady eyes, His antlers crown the mist‑kissed glade, A silent honour, softly made. He walks where heather drinks the light, His step

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