Article Author: Simran Kaur

Reflections in Our Time Simran Kaur What reflects so well in time? What power and conflict ever repeats? Ever comes, ever ebbs, where war did

Whisper Lodge – To Educate a Dream Simran Kaur I dream a dream within a life of mine Where there be strife of time, Where

Why do you Write? Simran Kaur “Why do you write?” Asked a question to me anon And through my mind I doth take sight Of

What are Storms? Simran Kaur The storm rages in the sky; The wind brings forth the waves As the greyness comes nigh To the paths

A Wooded Winter Simran Kaur As night fell upon the wood Of where all magic and animals stood, The stars of blossom bloomed And the

Acceptance Simran Kaur Once upon a time there was a girl. She had wings and lived in a village by a forest. She could not

Up and Through the Snow Simran Kaur I sit by a fire that grows and crackles And cracks the ice that grows within And melts