Monday, January 7



Just a Wishful Thinking

Trembling lips do not whisper sound,

Whenever they find you around

The heart seeks you in sublime,

Effecting divine ecstasy in mind

Though,

The priceless you are, the worthless I’m

The Goddess you are, the stupid I’m

And, there is no match for sure to be found

Still I ask, “Will you be my valentine!”

Tharoor in a pseudo intellectual role till 2019

Mr Tharoor is a learned person...represented India in the UN ...lost the race to be its secretary general not because he was less competen...