Month: Sep 2016

Father I thank You I thank You for the airs come to me For the light and colors my eyes see I thank You for

Prologue: There was this tale my old granny told the children She will always say ‘Listen my children, listen.’ And we; little, full of curiosity

Ecstacy is beauty It is a feeling formed to feel A scent, a wish, a moment A flower, a dinner, a kiss maybe Which undescribable,

Let the world fall before Thee, The One who rule the Earth and the Sea And drags the wind like as a child will his

I want to sing of the butterfly That roam the green garden Happily she glide with the air Watching the sun shine in the noon

Okay I recall vividly when I was younger and I wore skirts cos I forgot to get some trousers for the long holidays and I

Sunny, lazy Sometimes muddy Full of weary trees Tree stumps And overlapping tree branches The green and brown mix, Part of the enclosures. Quiet in

As the twilight came I took a walk for some air And down the roadside I went There stood a young man Bearded heavily like

This evening is quite exceptional No stars, no fireflies, no light No torch, just a quiet darkness And a sweet surge of sweet wind The

Our job is to praise You Bring down Your glory The trees bow before You Your works are Beauty The wind is Your messenger The

The Commonwealth Annual Short Story Competition call for submissions. We’re delighted to let you know that the 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize is now open

Now I return to my hamlet With a high school certificate From the Government College And to the amazement of my people And welcoming of