Editor’s Choice: He was a king and the easy road was not his take. He could not help being curious about the man who stood before him demanding justice
The muscles of my arm bunch as I pick up the heavy axe, that none else living can wield. The gift of Shiva glows red as blood, its light flowing
If all the trees were ONE tree, What a GREAT tree it would be! If all the axes were ONE axe, What a GREAT axe it would be! Two poems with moral lesson.