Sulaiman's work- my dream mausoleum

Sitting lone in my class of arthrology, amid the tensions of pharmacology. Assignments queuing up like an endophyte, followed by dreams ...

Peeping in was the month of may, A day betwixt Saturday and Monday. Not waking up from my doze, Going deaf to my alarm snooze. Now, the ...

SULAIMAN's   poem reminds me of those days where prose was never heard of. He rhymes his story of staring into those"Venomo...

Every day on my way to college, on the road side, I pass by an woman, It looks as if she is there to hide, Without any reason. She is o...