Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
I lost my uncle on 28th of September to COVID-19 within three weeks of my grandma’s passing.
When I lost my grandma on September 9th, I thought I still had him.
If I don’t watch out, I’ll slip
Slide down the rabbit hole
And not find my way up
So, I hold on desperately
To a branch I’ve known
Smooth is its bark
Sturdy, easiest to hold
so I think
5th of Jan – Its still January and better still, its the first week of Jan so here it is: Wishing all my readers’
The second of my 3 poems published in the Anthology, “Meticulous Men of Mettle” based on the premise that strong men do not breakdown. From
The years gone by, I reminisce blissful, with a sigh- Every stage a new beginning, unprecedented, unfamiliar, Grit and fortitude denounced trepidation and fear Hurdles
