Rhyming for stars with fixed upright view..(A poem)From Sunday Blank columnist prospectives, happy conclusive and conclusion of a Simplistic Weekend,dead-end rubber Sunday….

MY BIRTH RIGHT? Rhyming for the stars with a fixed upright view Babbling, humming to catch and not to pursue Deserve all pleasures which are always true But absolutely as a cheerful issue  I am a girl, a born to value. While brightening a moving street or a dark faded palace Always wish a dignityContinue reading “Rhyming for stars with fixed upright view..(A poem)From Sunday Blank columnist prospectives, happy conclusive and conclusion of a Simplistic Weekend,dead-end rubber Sunday….”