ECHOES FROM THE INDIAN SOIL ~BY HARSHIKA SINGH
Life cycle of Indian has started from this soil,
She cradled our first breath in her gentle embrace,
FORMATION TO BECOME A RELIGIOUS~ BY KATRINA ANTONY
I entered the convent, heart burning with fire,
Longing to serve, to lift and inspire.
A SKY THAT HAS HUMAN BEAUTY ~BY KATRINA ANTONY
Every day is a new way of looking at the sky.
RUNNING ON EMPTY ~BY CHLOE BAUGHER
Have you ever knocked your head back to get the last bits of water out when you’re thirsty?
I THOUGHT ~BY MD.TASBIR RASHID
I thought only green mountains could relax me,
Until I saw her facile face.
MY PAPA’S WALTZ ~BY THEODORE ROETHKE
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
WHEN WE TWO PARTED ~BY ANTON JARVIS
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
