by Kirti V | Feb 1, 2025 | Poetry
In English we say, I was bullied But in poetry … Laughed upon and scorned By people who took others for granted. Physically and verbally they abused, And… that was endured in silence. Lest they knew, and probably cared a dime, Of what their abuses could do. The...
by Kirti V | Feb 1, 2025 | Poetry
In English we say, I feel lonely, But in poetry… I walk in the crowd, still feel something is amiss, I hear thousands of voices, still my ears don’t hear. I see people in plenty, still my eyes seem to be yearning. So many to hear me, still I feel unheard. My...
by Kirti V | Jan 23, 2025 | Poetry
Swatantratha* was your aim, Even if you had to move away from non-violence, For which Azad Hind Fauj* was your calling. Your voice lured many, sans gender bias, To take up arms to free the country. “Tum mujhe khoon do, main tumhe azaadi doonga!!” * Your...
by Kirti V | Jan 23, 2025 | Poetry
Appalled was I when I read their words, I couldn’t make a head or tail out of it, And words seem to have lost their meaning. MHROTD, well does this make your day? Or Many happy returns of the day? The IDK and IDC, Look like acronyms of some...
by Kirti V | Jan 10, 2025 | Poetry
His eyes open, gaze fixed, His hand on the trigger still intact, The bloody chest that took the bullets Froze in red, telling his tale. A tear skipped from his eye, And remained frozen as snow engulfed him. Why did he shed a tear, What was his worry or fear?...
