Poem: The Fifth and Final Arrow
I am hurt, These wounds even Cupid cannot heal, Why have you done this to my heart? Those bows and…
Poem: Nails
I like them short. Not because they identify me as a member of a particular group, but because I like…
Hues may vary but humanity does not | வண்ணங்கள் வேற்றுமைப் பட்டால் – அதில் மானுடர் வேற்றுமை இல்லை
