Poetic Liars

Liar, they were called for They wrote cute and lovely lies Just like a small child.


Books, made me drooL  A fan of them was I Not a single genre was lefT,  As I read them from time to timE.  Could I write? I thought oh! NeveR,  Till poetry made me go gagA And thus I...


Poet's Heart beats At the sight Of mother nature. Thoughts get chiselled into verses, Through words so magical, mystical, serene, soothing.


Deep thoughts seem to flow easily,  From Poet's Mind,  Pen.  From Artist's Canvas,  Brushes,  From Deep, thoughts seem to flow easily   Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash

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