I was a captive in a majestic prison, my home.My wings ripped, my freedom long seized.Day after day, I acquiesced in vacuous rules.The lambent hope of feeling alive had also deceased.
Author: Banani Medhi
Beauty of the beast
Only death, luck and loss are beyond man’s control. Crying makes nothing easier. So, why don’t I, you, make the most that is present, which we have?
