Poetry

Hamilton

Hamilton In the mist‑clad dawn of New‑World dreams, A boy of West Indies kissed by the sea, With grit and polish both alike, Raised on paper, ink, and iron teeth. His letters marched through the

Proof

In the quiet halls of the university’s old brick, Proof‑marks the sigh of a scholar’s heart, a measured step through the steps of reason, where every line on the board is a promise

Citizen Kane

Citizen Kane In a cold warehouse of glass and marble, The silent rhythm of a banker’s tremble, A silver sphere with the name a‑washed, Stands mute, like a hushed long‑lasting hush. The village of her

Fable

In the Parlour of Fables In a cosy old parlour, soft light spills, A leaf‑bound book opens with a hiss–swirl‑will. Red‑haired fox, round‑eyed owl, and timid hare, Gather round the fire as the tale

To Kill a Mockingbird

In the dust‑shrouded streets of Maycomb’s slow summer, A boy‑handed line of thought, ten‑plus‑two‑year‑old, Walks with Harper Finch, with courage tucked in his blazer, Through a world where justice lies stretched out like

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