Poetry

Clumsy verses from an incipient mind!

The nightingale’s last song

Today being the birthday of Dr. Salim Ali, a person no words can describe, I’ve written poem on how birds are. They are the most sensitive being scarred from the slightest of sounds and movements. Yet a birds mysterious life gets anybody intrigued. This is my opinion on birds and humans.

How to escape death?

We all claim to be fearless. To impress others or for self motivation. But one thing causes a ruckus when we near it. No body has returned back after paying it a visit. Not as human at least.
Something the great human species hasn’t conquered. Something which relates man to the laws of nature. A law no science or technology can break.
Death- The inevitable.
So how do we conquer death?
Let’s find out.