Poems are beautiful.That why I love poems.
They are a beautiful way to express feelings about art, inner beauty, external beauty, society, culture, and almost anything.
The paint brush is moving in the air, creating creatures.
A big sized ball behind the wall, making signatures.
Ishaan's heart beats up, his mind shoots up doing literatures.
Books turns into flowers, insects turn into helicopters.... more »
I don't want to cry,
My tears won't dry,
I was on high,
I was shy,... more »
When I was young
I thought, i will earn money
When I become big
I will enjoy... more »