Millions had died for the cause that we can see the free India...It was their first and the last wish....What we have given them in return ? This small Hindi poem is my tribute to millions who had died for the country but nobody...
Category - Introspection
We use to play in the lap of our mother nature but pollution is choking us out...From where we had started and where we have reached...An introspectional poem regarding life...
This is an emotional poem written in Hindi for the Hindi....Hindi is a beautiful shining bindi ( A colourful mark ) at the forehead of Mother India....
Life you feel like a waterfall , even though it looks continuous but every droplet is new....Such is life....Old and new at the same time....An introspection hindi poem...
This English poem is my attempt to capture the sight of sunset and sunrise in a philosophical way....Sun says goodbye to the sky and then something happens....