Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Out of nowhere he appeared again in front of me with a rose in hand and a flash of smile. He presented me with the rose and started flirting all over again
Everyone gathered in the bungalow and was going to leave for the hill station the next day. The girl stood there listening to the talks in the living room.
He was my bestie….the one I could always rely on. My secrets he kept treasured, my childishness he loved and he accepted me for what I was. I was among those who knew his emotional side
This is a poem written just to promote awareness of the illicit killing of tigers without any thought of humanity and to make people understand that they have an equal right to live.
