by Prasanta | Dec 9, 2016 | Poetry
Freely Roam You know I long to roam, at my will Like wildlife and buffalo In the wild backdrop of forested hills I see herds on the path, just downhill Past steaming springs, bubbling above ground It makes me long to roam, at my will I hike...
by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2016 | Kindness, Poetry
Small Things He smiles through wrinkles She’s in the nursing home now A tear slides down his cheek He brushes it away She doesn’t see He pushes the wheelchair Slowly up the ramp he had built So she could visit her home And he’s never in his home anymore Because he’s...
