Where are you going in such a hurry? That is the question I keep asking myself anytime someone walks past […]
Original Poem: Ironies
As the wind blows, And the stream flows, Likewise men grow, As they go ‘to and fro’ As time invested […]
Original Poem: Time
The only unrecyclable resource of man,Once gone, forever lost.Its investors are winners,Its spendthrifts are losers.Enemy to many.Friend to few.It waits […]