Poems published in November 2021


a poem by Teesha Guliana

Those clouds of gloom,
Prefer to be doomed,
Over riches and rhymes,
Or glasses of wine.

The flower buds that bloom,
Over a sad dune,
Prefer life over death,
Amidst the ruins too.

There is hope above faith,
Life above death,
Joy above sorrow,
Where a Brooke will never end.