Responsibilities rise as new members are born,
Papers flow out of pockets and into awaiting letters,
Small eyes wide open, yearning for material objects,
Counting the days upon which the end finally comes.
Author: Sajid Khan
Her Secret Meadow
The soul with grey areas seeks refuge,
From the long journey she has been through
The vibrant colors of the area shimmers,
Filling the empty void, beginning anew.