His eyes open, gaze fixed, His hand on the trigger still intact, The bloody chest that took the bullets Froze in red, telling his tale.   A tear skipped from his eye, And remained frozen as snow engulfed him. Why did...

Clouds, the white fluffy cottons, That float on the cerulean sky, Aaah… a lovely sight to watch. When they turn black, They invite the rains, To quench the thirst of the earth and its mortals. Are all clouds like that?   But...

His fingers had a magic, As when they touched the monochromes, Mystical music was created.   His fingers seemed to play with the keys, Cajoling and caressing them, And the keys, longed for his touch.   His music, universal, Could grab everyone's ears, And...

The bustling city, Came to a standstill, When some perpetrators, Invaded her privacy.   They, a bunch of youngsters, Came through her waters And killed people in random, Rejoicing at every bullet they fired.   They entered Leopold, And emptied bullets there too, The marks of...

Air, chill, yet pleasant, Misty curtains envelop, Welcoming winters.

Title : A Boy in the Striped Pajamas Author: John Boyne Genre: Fiction A narrative that leaves your heart heavy and your eyes teary… That is A Boy in the Striped Pajamas.  Set in the backdrop of World...