Shubham Bhargav's Writings
Born to earth; night so cold, ‘twas numb. Memories winged cease to exist, with a pale white fog; I get it all, and I get it half – am still dumb. Free to express, but what? Oh the smog? Here I was; no one saw, the second leaf none admired. World expected, at an age – slight, a brawl ‘cause I wasn’t shy; As the withered leaf sigh, to the grass “I’m fired” I...
The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you will still be a rat.”
A 17 year old fun loving person amazed to be a part of this world of alphabets. I am a passionate writer and am good at music and soccer while I love to cook some spanish cuisine to add to the flavors of life.
Shubham’s Favorite Books
Great expectations, The goodluck girl, Stolen, Twilight, Eclipse, Breaking dawn, New moon, keys to the kingdom, A tale of two cities, Glass houses, Jane eyre,...