Shattered dream for some looking for a moment to relax thinking of the good old days of times gone by, but in modern times are unable to survive, I at times find myself searching my past of which I need not ever return, for some the good old days were sometimes nightmares..... this poem is utterly amazing great write Bhutan always enjoy reading your remarkable work.......peace be with you
Your poem transcends history by covering what happens when outsiders come to conquer. Today it's climate change that I understand, India is taking on boldly with innovative ideas.
A meaningful and moving account through your verses, Bhuwan. I can relate as I was forced to move away from a beloved place because of so- called "development." Love and peace,
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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