My poems
No clever words to garnish my poems. No haute couture to dress them up. No chaufeur-driven elegance… just some verses with some rhyme (perhaps won’t pass the test of time!) But I don’t care I like this feeling (Don’t really care much for Darjeeling Or all those little airs and graces On all those intellectual faces) I guess there isn’t much to gain I show my love I bare my pain So let me get back Life is waiting With its sorrow Love Birth Death Anguish I’ll climb back Into my dreams And fly away... Sign in to see full entry.