Pravin Babu R

A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring, Began to complain when he found that, at home, His cupboard was empty, and winter was come. Not a crumb to be found On the snow-covered ground; Not a flower could he see, Not a leaf on a … Read more

We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit We were cast and wrought and hammered to design, We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit. Some water, coal, and oil is all we ask, And a thousandth of an inch to give … Read more

A woman is beauty innate, A symbol of power and strength. She puts her life at stake, She’s real, she’s not fake! The summer of life she’s ready to see in spring. She says, “Spring will come again, my dear. Let me care for the ones who’re near.” She’s The Woman – she has no … Read more

This poem is written by Henry Van Dy-ke. Henry Van Dy-ke lived between 1852 to 1933. He was an American poet. Henry Van Dy-ke served as Professor at Princeton University between 1899 to 1923 in the subject of English Literature. He received many honours such as the American Academy of Arts and Letters, etc. Let … Read more