Once upon a time sat a merchant in his house Robbed of his riches he now sat in a hut To feed twelve children and keep their mouths shut The youngest girl of the lot was a beauty Who was subjected to cold and misery One day the merchant heard about his ship’s return And Read more…

Your time has not come, not yet! The sand trickles slowly, Down the hourglass Thanking the heavens above, You take a slow and deep breath With your loved ones around you   Now the roads seem empty and vacant, Once bubbling with hurrying souls As the days morph into night To see the gift of Read more…