Author Archives: Madhu

A twenty-something medicine geek with a love for reading, poetry, and reading poetry.

Echoes 2

The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

Poet, Lover, Birdwatcher 0

To force the pace and never to be still
Is not the way of those who study birds
Or women. The best poets wait for words.

The Rebel 3

When I
die