Poem
Burnt – Not Yet
The burnt house had a smell so divine,
That I thought I had lost a bit of sense…
Baishali Dey
from Indore, in Madhya Pradesh, India, is an English teacher, prior to which, she worked with charitable trusts in the UK. With a passion for all things in literature, Baishali writes poems as a hobby.
Short Story
Aurora Borealis
Away from the gruelling world, tucked within the arctic circle in Tromso…
Poem
Poem
Incarcerated
The vision of melancholy petite and fair,
Beauteous sight it was, but full of care…
Poem
Will-O’-The-Wisp
Bouncing on the winds she flew high, very high,- The trees looked up to her…
