The Autist Poem

Letters group to form a Word. Words group to form a Sentence, And a new Poem is born, An Autist Poem. Said to me, that it prefer Not to get disclosed, And loved to remain inside. Me, who penned Poems By my preferences, Agreed to the preference  By the Poem, for the first time. In … Continue reading The Autist Poem

DEMURE

That night I gazed at Her for a long time. Diffident She, then put on that black Veil over Her. "You're more becoming now.", said I. She hid herself behind the Leaves. The Demure Orb of Night. ~Abhy~