Manaal Babu Adam in Poetry | Reads: 108 | Likes: 0
Hushed by the hoot of an owl,
She sat gripping the hem of her skirt,
Wary of his footsteps, up and down,
Until the delicate lining hurt,
In their twentieth autumn daze,
Her words void of her say,
She picked up her broken pieces,
And spilled them on the fire ablaz Read More...
Manaal Babu Adam in Mystery | Reads: 100 | Likes: 0
I rummaged through my pockets, desperately looking for it. "Where is it god dammit?! I had it with me", I yelled." Hellooo?! Anybody, please open the door!", I wailed frustrated. I couldn't believe this was happening.... again. I caught the handle, shook it to vain. The cold metal send icy Read More...
Published on Apr 21,2020 11:37 PM
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