ðnthralling and ðnduring, ðature that ðestles, ðibrant and ðivacious, ðnhabitants who ðnhabit, ðelax and ðejoice ðn the ðnly ðest that ðurtures, ðakes and ðanages, ðarth and its ðarthlings, ðight to ðoon ðhrough testing ðimes, ð¿espite being ð¿epleted, ...
A thought that's debatable, An action that's questionable. Who's eligible to receive, How does one perceive? Is it right or wrong? People-lovers sing this song. Amnesty is the name, It has got bricks and fame. The survivors refuse to give, The wrong doers...
Just a day to celebrate, The hours spent in taking care Of a human within her and outside too? Just a day to celebrate, The pain that almost Costed her life, as she brought a life to light? Just a day to celebrate, The decibels that oft Made her ears whine? Just...
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...
The heroes of the Vadakkan Pattu, Known for their valor and strength, Exponents of Kalaripayattu they were, Called the Chekavar clan. Hired by the small rulers Of Kolathunadu and Kadathanadu, To fight and die for them, The chekavars were real warriors. Thacholi...
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...