When I was first learning the poem, "Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening" written by the famous poet Robert Frost, I was in grade eight or nine, if my memory is correct. At that time, I thought this poem was merely about a rider who had to encounter a ... Read more
Through the shadow
I saw
The past
Pain, Fear, Struggle,
I passed.
And
Here I am,
Standing straight
Wearing my crown
With pride.
Yet pain, yet fear, yet struggle,
But trying hard,
To pass.
Through the storm
In this desert
Smile through the ... Read more
Well
You got to have paper
Clean and crisp is fine
But furrowed ones are better
Speaking back to you
With suggestions
In quite poetic lingo
Got to have ink on the nib to scrawl
The same shape that waft through your mind
Thoughts ... Read more