The Disguised Innocence.

She was walking alone, dazed, on a torturous esplanade Fighting battles that she didn’t know existed within, Shaky, confused, confounded Adrift amidst her own gloomy labyrinth.   Having abandoned her modest attire The saree, the simplicity, long discarded, Adorning herself in skirts, she became a voracious liar Determining to no more forsake her heart unguarded.Continue reading “The Disguised Innocence.”

Her Altruistic Mien.

Have you ever seen a heart Who has love, unconditional? Have you ever met someone Who has given herself so benevolently? I have. And I keep meeting them. Whenever I talk to a woman Every now and then. I meet her in an infant daughter Who is innocent enough to believe, That her father mightContinue reading “Her Altruistic Mien.”