The Deserted Home

The dreary cobwebs block every entrance now, The portico cherishes in silence,  The memories of evening chats of those days, The cutlery in the kitchen, Pine for the lost touch of mother’s hands, The idle courtyard counts now, The numbers of hops and jumps, That...

Humanity Ravaged

Humanity ravaged of all her graces, And dumped in the dark, To tarnish history of exemplary amity,  To let  brutality seethe at the site, The site of peace for one and all, To burry under heaps of rubble, The blood stained shrieks of: Young, old and sick...

The Colour of Old Age

It was morning time and she was busy as a bee. As she tied her long and silky hair into a knot which from time to time inclined to open up and spread and flaunt its smooth beauty, she grumbled silently, “I have to do a lot of work in the morning until I am drained of...

They Are Above Classifications

Whether rich or poor, Emaciated or healthy, Dark or fair, Plump or slim, Lettered or unlettered, Naïve or intelligent, Working or homemakers, They are above classifications, Because they are mothers, They all bear alike,  The heaviness for nine months, The nausea...