Nilgiris, covered in nature's veil, So majestic and beautiful. Royal it looks just like the queen, Adorned with greenery and white crown. Chirping of birds and cricket Echoes through the lofty peaks, Air so fresh and soothing, Makes me feel young as it...
Ye Saviours, dressed in pristine white, Never fear the sight of blood, flesh and bone, Do you hold your emotions tight? Your passion drives you right, And you care us like our own, Ye Saviours, dressed in pristine white. You stay calm, day and...
Urge to serve the nation was high When he saw bodies, blood scatter, His young age, never did matter, And a teardrop fell from his eye. Inquilab Zindabad, his cry, Motivated the rest to fight, Always stand up for what is right. Killed at the age of twenty...
Your skin, smeared with ink, Sometimes black, sometimes different hues, You often make me think, And wonder what I need to choose. You are the my link, To the world of wonder and news, Your skin, lets me sink, In you, your wonderful views With you I would never...
The crowd was manageable and quiet, Hold on!! Was that a quietude before a riot? The silence in the air shattered, The crowd, was just scattered, When the word FIRE... echoed, Through the walls of Jallianwala Bagh. Fire paved the way to blood shed, Around 1500 fell...
In English we say lost in thoughts But in poetry… The moments that cannot be described, When one goes into a state of eternal bliss or sorrow, When one takes time to process the present, Oblivious of what's around them. The ephemeral moments, When the...
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...
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?...
He didn't wage a war, But his powerful voice was heard really far. Wars needn't be fought with swords and guns, He proved that with his paper and pens. His words were those tiny pellets That fell on the enemy like a shower of bullets. His impactful poems spoke about...