http://slow.writerscafe.org/prashank The original writings of author prashant en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776271010 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 OUT OF DARKNESS WE CAME, INTO DARKNESS WE GOOUT OF THE SEA TO THE LAND WE KNOWOUT OF TREMBLING HILLS AND ITS STREAMSFROM NIGHT UNTIL DAY WE COME WITH OUR DREAMS.THE WIND AND WATER GAVE FORM TO OUR LIVESAFTER THOUSANDS OF AEONS MANKIND STILL SURVIVESAND BEYOND THOSE GREAT SPACES, THOSE PLANETS AND ST.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prashank/1811810/ I AM A CHILD OF UNIVERSECLAIMED THE BUGAS HE CRAWLED OUT OF WOODWORK.I HAVE EVERY RIGHTTO BE A BLIGHT.TO INFINITE INTELLIGENCE I OWEMY PLACE-CHIEF PESTUPON THE HUMAN RACE!I AM HERE TO SAY-TO FEAST UPON THEIR DELICATE DISPLAY,THOSE LUSCIOUS THIGHS,THOSE NOOKS AND CRANNIESWHERE THE BLOOD RUNS SWEET.NO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prashank/1801051/ a promise that i made to someone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prashank/1794676/ ITS A POEM I WROTE WHILE OBSEVING A RAINY DAY ON HILLS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prashank/1794657/ its a poem about my feelings which arose one day by seeing mine garden. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prashank/1794342/