Biography of Ria Varghese
Just a teenager with a weird personality and a weird rhyme scheme, aka that kid from Vine.
Ria Varghese's Works:
Not yet published and will not publish.
Ria Varghese Poems
A pen has a nib and a cap, And when i miss it, it falls on my lap. I write with it, And stick my hand to it,
Near my house there was a tree I liked that tree I imagined that it could talk to me One day, the woodcutter came and cut it down
Stop It Now!
We are destroying nature Just to make furniture! We are wasting electricity But right now, I'm in curiosity
The Dream Lake
The lake was gleaming, As it was flowing. It was also cool, But it couldn't drool.
A silent and barren land, Filled with sand and only sand. A hot dry land with scorching heat, Makes the sand burn which may burn your feet.
A silent and barren land,
Filled with sand and only sand.
A hot dry land with scorching heat,
Makes the sand burn which may burn your feet.
And because of the scorching heat, many people perish,
Because there's no water nor a single fish.
In this desert you may get lost,
And die with heat, but not with frost.
It may feel like you're walking on fire,