Akhand Singh

The Beautiful Ephemeral

Nature’s sweet symphony surrounds, As feathered troubadours’ songs resound, Echoing ancient folklores true, Into the vast, unbridled blue. We’re captives to ambition’s thrall, A burning desire to conquer all, Yet fate decrees our mortal plight,To wither with the dawn’s first light. Here I stand, as you do too,Embarking on a journey, fresh and new.For what … Continue reading →