Day: 5 March 2021

Song of Spring

Winds wind well while cold months, worn, weakened, get wound down;
Assailing coldness that has done a lot of wrongs,
Heralding spring, a season as bright as the Sun
As plants beam, flower, making us sing many songs…

I’m Proud of My Mother

You heard it right!
My classmates used to bully me;
By flaunting their mothersโ€™ profession, they’d thought themselves supreme.
I wanted to teach them a lesson;
By poking me, how could they have fun?

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