Poems from Gyanah

Before I was, He is Beautifully and wonderfully made I am his When I was lost, he came running to my aid I can never comprehend how he...
She wears skirts. She talks to herself and doesn’t curse. She’s scared, doubtful and forgetful. But she wears pants also, Loud and brave....
    Is this why people fear death? I always felt secure, assured in my God and his ability to deliver me; so I never feared death. Looking...
On a street on nowhere road, She sits, weary of the eyes that never looked. Eyes squints, and slumped shoulders shake. Legs slants and...