Tag Archives: by Rishabh Parmar
Read Sonnet: Behold, the artistry of Mother Nature, by Rishabh Parmar
Behold, the artistry of Mother Nature Flawless and seraphic Little-bitty birds tweeting on the soggy branches ’tis mother Earth, not mine or not thine Behold, the puissant rain ’tis shower time of the Earth Clouds art blazing like king of … Continue reading
Read Poem: Hot New Summer Day, by Rishabh Parmar
’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Shakespearean Sonnet#1 – Dot, by Rishabh Parmar
Dot maketh a man blind, beware of the outcome ’tis a drought, fandangle dingus maketh a relationship, acerbic as rum ’tis not an espousal, ’tis a fungus Humans , worshipers of everything Gods, demons or a fane find occurrences to … Continue reading
Read Poetry: New World Shakespeare #4, by Rishabh Parmar
Thou art avaunt Avaunt, fain and puissant My heart, in deep teen, living verily, Wist, thee art my leman.
Read Poetry: New World Shakespeare #1, by Rishabh Parmar
New World Shakespeare #1 Thou art love. Thou art warmth Thy life is mine, my heart is Thine Oh my love! doth you feel my fondness? My puissant desire for you is limitless. – Rishabh Parmar (Author and Poet)
