Deep beneath sapphire waves, A nacreous sphere tugs my eyes, As a bow bound narrow knave, Calls out in grief-stricken cries, How might a weary boy child find respite these days, When the electric jungles casts mirages in a blurry haze? Do they really need him back posthaste? O'er cries in vain remnants of the … Continue reading Poems 1: Nacreous Sphere →