Writing

* Bamboo embraced The fireholes in the winter... The lovely flute born ! ......Ka Na Kalyanasunda..

I am.

Life truly is a matter of perspective Inspired by Bamboo shoots and their struggle for the light

The slow, smokeless burning of decay can be reassuring in its way.

A fictional panda visits me.

Is it the time, space or emotions? Or all.

it is a type of autobiography of a bamboo tree. it has been written in a simplest way of its usual and unusual experience of its life.

Do snow flakes suffer after being captured or do they simply melt?

This is my first bamboo poem in which one person hears a noise and sees what a roommate and their neighbor are up to.

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