http://slow.writerscafe.org/Swetha71 The original writings of author Swetha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779329696 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dedicated to all my english teachers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1418689/ An English Sonnet about Nature and its destruction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1418686/ Dedicated to my math teacher, who cleared away the fog that shrouds the world of numbers for so many children of my age. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1418682/ Who doesn't love rain? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1418671/ My personal description of the dying season http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1418666/ A personification of the mighty oaks... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1418665/ Dedicated to my mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1417532/ A teacher is a second motherTo me, she's better than any otherA teacher should be caring, thoughtful, and kindWhen I mess up, she shouldn't mind A teacher should be all-knowingShe should always know what to sayWith gratitude for all our mentorsLet us celebrate this Teachers' Day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1417531/ The sun gives life to all...yet often we take its light and warmth for granted. This is a poem about how much the sun means to those who live in darkness and cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1417525/ At school you laugh, you shoutYou get scolded and then you poutThe teacher walks out and then you playAnd the routine goes on the whole day In she comes, time to hideShe finds you and pulls you outsideIn the corridor, you feel ashamed and sickBut you’re all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1413614/ A petal softer than silkDeeper red Than blood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1413612/ A spotless field of whitePale and coldStretching beyond infinity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1413610/ Theclock struck twelve.Alarge, muscular woman stood in the shadows of one of the most eminent landmarksof Venice: St. Mark’s Basilica. The church loomed over her like a many-armedbeast, far different from the magnificent cathedral that attracted tourists whothronged like flies in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swetha71/1413594/