Poetry
Plead
To Plead In the dim glow of a London street‑lamp, I stand and utter a quiet, earnest plea, A soul uncut, a heart that knows no dam‑t. The night, a silvery mirror to my
Read more →Water under the bridge
Water under the Bridge The Thames once ran wild beside the old stone arches, Its silver fingers scrabbled between the cobbles; Now river‑creek has settled into quiet, The water a soft lull, a hush
Read more →November rain
November Rain In the damp hush of a London dusk, rain drifts from the bruised clouds—soft, relentless‑as‑a‑secret. Each drop is a pale silver shard, marching southward upon the pavement’s bleak face and turning
Read more →Milk
Milk On a cool spring morning I wait for the milkman’s wheel, Gleaming in his coat, a brass‑brushed, silver seal. The churn of the old Milker’s splash in the curtained bake, Kindred hums of
Read more →The Atlantic Ocean
Atlantic, Brine‑Scented Beneath a skies‑washed, salt‑white horizon, The Atlantic throws its wide‑armed braiding of waves To the unit coast of a very old, steadfast nation, Where trade‑laced gulls swoop across the horizon’s frame. The monsoon‑lit
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