The Key Maker
The key maker seated himself, On a tiny corner in a lonely road As others greeted the new vendor, Few were warm but most were cold.
You've healed so wonderfully, As if your wounds were never there, And yet you show them off with pride Without reminiscing in despair
Illustrated by Dhriti Guruprasad
The Black Letters
He gingerly walked alongside the bank of Brahmaputra, consciously trying hard to hide amongst the bushes.
The Traits Of A Perfect Woman
Her hips are a bit too wide Her shoulders too broad for a woman's Lips way too full And hair way to thick. But who said that these aren't the traits of a perfect woman?