Hope the Shine continues, Hope the driver drives, Hope the man is open, Disgusts and Thrives. Roses are bound to shake, The unshaken universe, The man is incomplete without, A rose such golden. Oh, where I might find a golden rose, In the sun Or universe. “© 2025 Jaskaran Singh. All rights reserved.”
Month: February 2025
He makes rupees,Thousands a day.He doesn’t wander,Nor roam the streets.Instead, he sits on his throne,Commanding his workersTo carry out the tasks. He has a habit—A warm, inviting one—Greeting strangersAs if they belong to him.He answers complex questionsWith calm and steadiness,No longer panicsLike he did in the past. More a friend than a foe,He wouldn’t mindIf …
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“I have been heard this time,” said Jaskaran Singh, his voice carrying a mix of relief and surprise. “Oh, are you hurt? I wish I could help you,” his life partner, Zankit, replied with genuine concern in her eyes. For a while, life felt perfect. The couple spent weekends exploring new places, laughing over shared …
