The following poem is not of my own creation. I however wish to share it as I found it to be profound and meaningful to my life (and certainly yours). Contemplate upon its words, and if it touches you, share it with others. Desiderata means things that are needed, or wanted. GO PLACIDLY amid the…
Mommy, Daddy, I do not know whether I write this for you, or for the reader who is a parent or an aspiring parent. I write it anyway. … I thank God for you, mom. I do not know how I would be without you, dad. It is through your collaborative efforts that I am….
Dark pregnant clouds hung lowly as the once calm breezes turn into frenzied winds. I watch as carelessly littered papers swirl in the twisting dust devils, high and higher up the dark sky they go. The air is filled with noises of working engines, hooting cars, distant sirens, constant bangs from this and that corner…
I can write, but I can’t write. I can type, but I cannot write. I am unable to construct a correct English sentence. Listen, I struggle to organize my thoughts and flow with them. That’s not it yet. You see, normal people can speak at least some English – you can hear it. I can also speak…