As I sit here alone and waiting I gaze at people passing me by. I try to smile and reach out to them But no one notices; no one waits. They look to me like I am nothing- Are they afraid to be seen saying "Hi" to an old man like me? Once my life, it's like a flower, I had bloomed into a child. Now, like the dying flower Waiting for my one day to come- It will be then that I am gone, And yet, I still would not have heard that simple word, "Hi" That for so long my heart had desired. - I found it in a drama of class 10 English Literature of India. Contents of Indian NCERT is worth reading. Science and Mathematics books are more dependable than any other book of the world.
A direct desendent of my previous blog Love From The Pages. However here I'll Focus more on bringing literary writhing from local people instead from professionals. Learn To Fall In Love With Literarture !