Tanishka

For my grandfather.

Every autumn leaf says this.

What I thought life was, what it seems to be now,can you relate to it?

Have you felt this?

A peace long lost in our treachery,my own mystery.

Life is how you see it, a glass half full or empty.

Do we really need a mask to get ahead in life ?

A horrible time I do not want to forget and a request to all.

A poem I wrote an year ( or two ) ago.

A little something I wrote....