Published On: February 17, 2020 01:05 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati
The younglings of tailor Grew-up in shorts With collage of patches The cobbler's in crepe Torn and yawning, The fisherman’s with saliva… Blue and salty.
Published On: January 24, 2020 05:19 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati
Contemplating life; driving subconsciously, returning from the work, weary and blue, a suckling getting ricocheted like a baby toad made me slow down my ride.
Published On: January 11, 2020 09:00 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati
Night after night, The city burgeoned upwards the landscape; making bland The entertainment of my plays.
Published On: December 30, 2019 11:00 AM NPT By: Parbat Lawati
Seeing that child I felt like pinching Who couldn’t allude
Published On: December 10, 2019 05:22 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati
With autumn, again the Jacaranda is nude And the Sun is limited. Some kids, in the steel bin, light a warm flower Seeking spring and summer.
Published On: December 7, 2019 12:43 PM NPT By: Parbat Lawati
Fishing sister! Tell me how much fish you caught? Are they to illuminate the moments with your own? Or, are you taking them to market?
Published On: October 17, 2019 08:00 AM NPT By: Parbat Lawati
Dear long departed It is to let you know I still remember you And those meetings When you would come
Published On: October 14, 2019 08:00 AM NPT By: Parbat Lawati
How sweet of you To give me a voice To supply me a shake To drag me to shore!