Diversity Haiku's
A poem about the infiltration and destruction that arise from anarchy and punk. (although I do love the music)
I've incorporated lots of my favourite poets and stories and little hints to the creator of the riddle, so eek them out if you dare (most are pretty obvious :P)
My take on being brown (specifically, Indian) and growing up in America.
My young eyes see the skies through colours of blue, red, yellow and grey. I often wonder how long this vision will stay. Will I forget the people's faces, I greeted yesterday. Is it alright for...
poem on the color Yellow
Source: https://www.facebook.com/notes/santikaro-%EC%82%B0%ED%8B%B0%EC%B9%B4%EB%A1%9C/the-color-yellow/282402325910700/
A poem about the infiltration and destruction that arise from anarchy and punk. (although I do love the music)
I've incorporated lots of my favourite poets and stories and little hints to the creator of the riddle, so eek them out if you dare (most are pretty obvious :P)
My take on being brown (specifically, Indian) and growing up in America.
My young eyes see the skies through colours of blue, red, yellow and grey. I often wonder how long this vision will stay. Will I forget the people's faces, I greeted yesterday. Is it alright for...
poem on the color Yellow
Source: https://www.facebook.com/notes/santikaro-%EC%82%B0%ED%8B%B0%EC%B9%B4%EB%A1%9C/the-color-yellow/282402325910700/