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Sunday takes the salient segment of my weekly prayer calendar. When the story I’m going to relate to you took place I was heading to Saint Uriel church just downhill Kazan chis. A tall ...
After a busy day in my office, while I was having tea sitting on the veranda of a cafeteria found in the heart of Kazan chis, I witnessed a girl, with a comely face, bending forward fro...
As mother nature’s Punitive measure Against a society In maintaining The statuesque
On top of my labor In the farmyard I often proffer to you Milk, cheese, manure, and hide To render grand
Maxim Gorky referred to as a figurehead of socialist realism is noted for painting members of the fair sex with brighter hues. Right, it is hardly possible to get his works in which the...
It is good to give emphasis To concrete jungles And infrastructural development, But first leaders must learn to cu… A corner in their subjects’ heart!
When a kid I used to put My boot On the wrong foot. A grown-up
After a hectic day in the Newsroom at Arat Kilo as usual I had to head to a nearby dilapidated old villa hotel by the riverside for quick ones. As a tension management, I use taking liq...
After lunch break when I opened my office door which was normally evacuated at that hour of the day, I saw Christina waist upward and face downward half asleep on her office table. Nudg...
Out of the blue, a cold sweat began coursing down Samson’s spinal cord when he caught the sight of a lady and a young girl presumably a mother and a daughter. They began approaching him...
When I was about to dismiss class, “Teacher, may I ask you a personal question?” a bit afraid one of my best students who sat in the front row posed a question. It was two decades back ...
Although fate, Distance and time Cruelly put asunder You an indifferent girl And I self-conscious
Love isn’t By fair means Or foul Meeting one’s end, But it is
Absorbed in An anthology of Classic poems On a quiet night With wings of
Till today A desperate lad I’ve been pretending To love many a lass The tide of life