Short Stories

Agony of Life

β€œIt is not fair, God! It is not fair! How can you allow a handful of men more joy than is good for their sanity and the rest of us more tears than we can afford rags to wipe dry? If you really exist, God, then you are partial and spiteful. Why must I suffer this way? If you are Good, then why do you allow evil to be a lot of those who put their trust in you; those who toil with the sweat of their hoes to make ends meet? God! God! G-o-d! Oh! God is dead”. […]

Daily digest

I need bread

From heaven, the Lord rained a saving bread that the chosen ones may not starve on our journey towards the promised land Their passage through the desert was long The Lord remained their great provider. […]

Poet's corner

In touch with reality

A ray of sunshine beamed upon the darknesswhen all hope seemed hopefulWith considerable effort, I struggled to sign the pledge,a promise to the recovery of my dear nation. I revisited my home and my kinsmenI […]

Poet's corner

Our nation is bleeding

  While that cry is heard again, day after day It may have awakened some hearts to a sense of guilt and a desire of amendment.   For ages, people have sought to find a […]