My younger daughter, Rumi, turned one a couple of days ago. People we know wished her a happy birthday and turned to us, “I can’t believe she’s one. How time flies. It feels like yesterday, doesn’t it?” Not really. Time’s gone pretty slow. A couple of months before she was born, I shut down my …
I Am The Master Anyway
My life is a raptured tray, Which I designed with a frisky clay. Not enough freedom I got as it may, Ignored such trifles and all negative say. I'm born with potential; 'm born to sway, Why all want to direct me in their way? 'M born with ideas please trust my byway, But as always I feel at bay. It matters not …