As he saw his son’s charred body, he broke down, Based on the evidence, it was termed suicide, Coming to terms he wondered why, but
Author: Jacob John
Jacob John is an Engineer who likes to follow “simple living and high thinking”. Writing poem helps him see the world differently, so he wants to make it a serious hobby.
Why do I Exist?
The question remains, why do I exist? Pondering again, as I fall asleep. Every other day this query persist, Whether in flight, humming or piercing
Iron Lungs
Freedom from limits is liberation, but finding solace within those limits is the purpose of our creation. With Polio, Iron lungs is where Paul fits,
The Being, Next Door
Did I tell you about my neighbour, Mr. Sharma? If you ask him about India, he will talk about Burma. He was proud of himself
Heaven on Earth
Home, we call is not that structure, Built with things like bricks and mortar, But, built on many emotions. Home, we built with time and
