Sonam mytra

The world a crazy place where hearts are stolen and made to race. They are made to speed, skip, break and tear. They are stolen when they...

The things I’ll miss about school Are things I can and cannot describe Is the fact that it helped me constantly try It gave me a lot of...

Every morning, with half a heart he walks, The postman to the ancient post box, With an empty bag for letters and such Coming in from the...

She struggled to fight her way through As they crawled onto her the mercy shown to her was (few) for her it was a blur She screamed in...

First it is the ringing of an alarm, Pulling me out from my deep, hardly four hour long slumber. Second is the water, Incessant on the...

I saw her every morning, First at her stop and then on the bus. She always took the same seat, No one really made a fuss. I asked my...

What if your world goes up in flames tomorrow? What if the world comes crashing down? What if you wake up tomorrow to a damaged world?...