Siddharth Writing

Alone in the dark, I sit and play.. Models of depression, And toys of clay.. Filled with loneliness, Is my heart’s core..

Sleepless nights are coming my way, Looking at the stars I always pray.. May the morning come Bringing high glaze, Starting a n..

Many years ago, There was a mighty emperor.. Not only an emperor, But also a harsh conqueror! He thrashed everyone Who came i..