by Ankita Saxena | Apr 30, 2009 | Poetry
The wind will breathe over every ocean, but one will begin the tidal wave, Which will never stop blowing out its neutral coloured misery, Who would think that what fills our body, could drown our heart, That the world we live in every day can suddenly turn to a...
by Ankita Saxena | Apr 30, 2009 | Poetry
Racing paper aeroplanes through skies where smoke dwells As mist in a foggy day- every day, But we’re smiling- it isn’t always my dad lets us free as the missiles, To roam the unpolluted streets, His is a fighter- its grey as falling ash, but the spots it lands in...
