Context : This was written by an unknown young poet for a physics project. That young poet is no more as he has grown up to be an even...

tw : violence, indian politics Arguing over who's blood is green and who's blood is saffron ignoring that everyone's blood is red....

Is there no sonnet in pain? I ponder as I laid On a bed made of thorns Rumored to provide the comfort of hay. I proclaim, life is...