Just yesterday I stood among some people in the square,
Old Glory waved above us on a fireman’s ladder there.
Oh, let me marry
Give me the rights of love
Oh, be merciful God
I beg thee for guidance from above
The world was different, but now is lost
Once no tongues needed to be held back
They have a diagnosis for it all.
In the year of
still not our lord
but better known as 2016
I celebrated
GOLDEN OpportUNITY
KEY TO CommUNITY
Unlocks hearts and minds
To the beauty of UNITY
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
The most glorious things come from dreams,
I am a writer, I write to ease my pain. Hear me scribble, yabble, and babble scrap!
My life started when I was 12.
I'd penned a poem about,
trees, I felt ink flow through
