Stuck between heaven and hell, She had choices, but very less. The job she had embraced, Knowing the challenges well. Spy, she was called by her mother, Citizen, by the far off nation. Flew away she did from her own, Severing ties with one another. ...
A pinch of care, Heaps of love, Dozens of thoughts and A bowl full of smiles. That's the recipe Of happiness. The more you add, The tastier life would be. Enjoy the dish of happiness And smile your way through life.
The days filled with laughter, Sans any worries. Running to parents for very minute things, Oh! How much I miss. Childhood was indeed a bliss. Playing with the raindrops, Floating the paperboats, And splashing the puddles Oh! How much I miss. Childhood...
Pink and blue, Is the primary hue. The sight of you, Made me love you. Soft and fluffy, Just like a teddy, so puffy. Touching you was so comfy, For me and my tummy. You were just so awesome, That my young heart did blossom. Lest did I fathom, ...
#NaPoWriMo2022 with Poetry Parlour #NaPoWriMo2022 at #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day1 She was called barren, As couldn't birth any child. She went on to become a mother, To thousands of children later. She didn't shed a tear, Nor did she deter, ...
Life originated from her, Say the mythologies. She is the mother to all, Including you and me. She was the path, Taken by Magellan and Gama, As they set out to explore the world. She stayed calm When battles were fought over her And housed treasures and...
They were all in their twenties, When they kissed the death rope Never did their mind flutter, As freedom was their only hope. They smiled as the noose fell, And held their heads high. Their mother's pride was at stake, And they couldn't let that die. Their...
People need to be alive, For countries to survive The colour of blood, bones and flesh Are the same, when you see it gush. Then, why wage a war On people who are unknown and afar? Post war, you observe, It's all dust and ash that's served. The colour is the same...
As the icy wind blew hard, The fire in her rose sky high The night stood calm The ocean saw her and Shuddered in her wrath. Raging with anger, And spitting the embers of hate. Her persona, Oh! Was unseen till now. The sickle in her hand, Shone bright under the...