Delhi is burning And nobody is looking Who should we tell? That the capital’s, a living hell! Makes it difficult for them to see

Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
Delhi is burning And nobody is looking Who should we tell? That the capital’s, a living hell! Makes it difficult for them to see
Had written this poem last year as part of the NaPoWriMo 2017. A year hence and the war against terror rages on. How many more
Deep blue, black or was it shades of gray, The sky, that night of Jan 31st? Dark and eerie, warned of havoc, storms, tempests at
ational Poetry Writing Month, Day 11’s challenge to write the Bop. The invention of Poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of