Honesty evades us honestly, And asks for shelter pleadingly. The hurts inflicted by the untruth, Are morals simply gone uncouth. It weeps and agonizes longingly, For the truth to emerge boldly. Suffocating from being under wraps, Disguised by some unscrupulous chaps. Alas! Lies have gained popularity, Despite their dark, sly notoriety. Children conceit their own … Continue reading HONESTY
The night that was to be fun, Fell untimely victim to the gun. Snatched away promising youth, To the merciless and uncouth.
Not much is spoken about fathers though they play a crucial role in ones life. This poem is a tribute to a father missed by his child when death did them apart.
The simple dreams and all freedom of the docile Indian daughter in law or wife in the conservative families still exist like some distant wish. This poem speaks of the feelings of many such women who dare not break free yet strive for the day they have their own identity. I am tired to … Continue reading I Am Tired
Sikiladi 