Monalisa Parida

There was a girl Who lived in a querencia A secret garden, Where love, light surrounds. Enchantress soul uses passionate...

I struggled so deeply, In search of an answer What was wrong being a girl? But I failed again and...

Fire! Extreme destruction and devastation! From grass to bush From bush to tree Trees after tree So widely it runs....

Some loved her for veracity, Some hated her for her candour. Neither a poet, nor a writer She is just...