Amit Choudhary

His horse ran straight into the trap. He severed heads from necks. He saved the honor of his people, and lost his own—  his head falling from the shoulder. He, the Hero, was their ultimate guard. He ran to his…

If ever one could become another,I would become you.If ever someone could love another,I would love you. If ever the sun should rise,I would rise with you.If ever the night should fall,I would fall for you. If ever they speak…

O lady, the lady in white—your youth, a doodle,virgin,without the painter’s sight. Days drift off the shore,tomorrow turns to night—dark,darker without this light. It comes to every flower,arrives with equal right—fading,fading with each moonrise. It falls behind desire,drifting ever farther—wasted,wasted…