The child all of four, Was assaulted by one and more. Poor soul bled to death, Is humanity under dearth ? A girl in her early teens, Was crumpled by boys so mean. The scar that they left, Was more than a mere theft. A young boy with aspirations, Was...
With her crumpled dress and bruised body, She wondered aloud, If dad had waited till the bus came, I could have been saved. If mom had allowed me to learn karate, I would have defended myself. If the boys were taught to respect girls, I would have not been...
Flowing like a little child, The gurgle is the laughter, so mild Que sera sera, the attitude, Oh! How much I envy you. Making merry on the path you flow, The plants and grass really glow. Your speed increases bit by bit, And so does your energy I...
There, in the erstwhile Travancore, Lived Nangeli and Chirukandan. A happy couple that they were, But were bound to the rules of the Pravathiyar.* Women, of the lower castes, Couldn't cover their breasts, Shouted the rule, oh! Wasn't that injust? If they wore,...
Oft I wonder, How do children manage to be happy? They cry and weep, But that's short lived. They smile and laugh their hearts out, Oblivious of their surroundings. What's the secret mantra I thought, And slowly drifted to sleep. Heard a voice in my ears...
In this bustling life, Where we join the rat race, And run like a deer There are days, When I just feel, To be dolce far niente, Like the hare during the race. The joy of being idle, Is equal to bliss. Oh! Something that I wouldn't want to miss. But this dolce...
The bright canvas of nature, Decorated well with the golden marigolds, Against the azure skyline. Swaying their way through the gentle breeze. Oh! What a treat to the eyes. Do I have a choice, To silently tiptoe, And be amidst this scenic beauty, Away from the...
In the sleepy winter morn, Like a glisk of warmth, Creeped in the dawn. The song of the cuckoo, Chimed in tandem, As the sun played peek a boo. The sprouting greens, On the snow clad branches, Looked so calm and serene. The bare branches...
We inhale goodness, Positivity and reassurance, When we read a nice poem Which fills us with freshness and warmth. We exhale our feelings, troubles And our experiences, As a process of venting out, When we write a poem, Which calms our mind, As though a...