The Power Paper

A prime invention of mankind Born from the moist womb of necessity Its hand on the sceptre of the world Slowly,but furtively it became  The zenith of dreams The rock on which our lust stands Its power beyond limits seen We the creator are bowed in its majesty Our knees bent to revere this Lil … Continue reading   The Power Paper


Tiny Little Fingers

​Tiny little hands Would you let me hold you? Tiny little hands Let me be your shield and guide Through the rain,storm and fire Tiny little hands Let me be the hands to hold Lets move Intertwined and locked into each other Tiny feeble hands trust me Oh!let me hold you