Lonely highway hosts a hundred heartless strangers that refuse to stay, The grasses green and the striking yellow mustard fields are lovely but they refuse to sway. A collection of short poems I am taking requests for what you want me to write about next, tell me in the comments section. (by the way, the bookcover is not mine, i downloaded it from the web.For you information, its a picture of fall season in kashmir and i swear its the most beautiful season ever)