By Yaswanthi Gudala It’s a child’s first crush, So as yours and mine, Vast and vigorous, Elegant and calm, In the twilight, Sounds as...

By Yaswanthi Gudala It is her routine, Sitting on a shrivel wall and gazing at the moon, The soothing cool air tousling her mane, Making...

By Yaswanthi Gudala As the waves of the ocean, We rise and fall. As a plant in a garden, We grow tall and strong. As the highest mountain...