The Box that Spoke

The Box that Spoke

The camp wore a somber look As the dark clouds of sorrow shrouded it.  The waft carried the stench of smoke,  Drenched in metal, blood and flesh.    As the smoke settled, the boxes came alive,  Wrapped in tri colour And ready to go home,  To the family that was...
Trunk of Pride

Trunk of Pride

The uniform neatly pressed,  With the corners sharp on touch.  Few books and certificates,  And photographs of family and God,  Arranged carefully in the metallic trunk,  With his name inscribed in white,  Brought tears to his parents eyes,  Even though their hearts...
Can Rocks Melt?

Can Rocks Melt?

Chirping as usual, In their own little world, These two legged birdies Never had a moment that was dull. A nest so beautiful, Was secure admist the mighty rocks, On the foothills Of the snowclad Himalayas. There lay in the cozy nest Four tiny, white eggs, Just eager...