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...
In the name of taxes, Our country was looted. Our hard earned money, Filled the English caskets. Enraged at this treatment, The young bloods boiled. They vowed to get the money back, Just like Robin Hood. Kakori was the chosen route, And Ramprasad...
Donning the hat of a master chef, Flicking the ladle, I started to cook, Kitchen seemed so comfy and homely, Yes, I was ready to show my skills. Stove turned on with tava and oil sizzled, Drenching the chimney as mustards crackled, Do I stay or run, I thought. 'Twas a...
Her mind froze, and heart paced faster that it almost exploded, Her fragile hands trembled, of her age and also fear, as she slowly removed the pristine white face cloth. Pregnant silence shattered with her cries, And her tears flowed. Violent storm ‘twas. The cloth...
Key to them was their motherland 's pride, Anger boiled when it was taken for a ride. Raging cold weather and pristine snow of the Kashmir valleys and Grenades, missiles that lit up the skies were bleak as Illuminated were their hearts with the sparks of patriotism...
An inspiration to those who are lazy, The soldiers' love for their country is crazy. Their struggle is not fake, For the country, they put their lives at stake. We should learn something from them, For the nation, they are indeed a gem. Even before they adorn...
Brought to Chikmagalur by Baba Budan, Coffee plantations look like Eden. To plant her at the hills, Certain norms one needs to fulfill. Cardamom is it's mother, And cinnamon the father, They nurture the coffee plant, And with their presence the family just enchants....
Claustrophobic she felt, And badly wanted to run away. Alas, she couldn't do, As she was stuck within. Worried for her life she was, But more about her mother, A passionate woman who lived for her, Only for her. Gathering courage she spoke, “Mom, I don't...
Bustling Salem station, With hawkers, passengers and what not, Perplexed and amused I used to feel, Seeing that station rush. A partially ignored Higginbothams, Lured me towards it, And in a jiffy I was back to the madness, Clutching tight, my prized...