Poetry is said to be the first form of literature. It unfolds feelings
with a brief expression of words. I am presenting this Zoetrope to
the readers in the interest of sharing my ardent feelings and vision
when I traverse my surroundings. The scenario may be common,
but the vision differs, and the pen inscribe it as on a stone tablet
which will reincarnate when a reader touches it.
All these poems are soliloquies when I close all windows to the
outside world and open the door to my own shore. Mind is free to
tread anywhere in seconds on a flying horse or magic carpet. There
I am the princess, me the child, adolescent crazy lover, mother