A visit to the Holy City of Vrindavan opened up a new chapter to the book of life. Besides being a city of temples it is also a city of Widows. This poem is the poet's reflection of her visit at Maitri Ghar Widhwa Ashram.
Some reflections, some after thoughts as the recovery phase started post the terror attack on 15th January 2019 at #14, Riverside Drive in Nairobi.
Barely two weeks into the fresh new year when Nairobi witnessed the ugly scene of terror once again. This poem is a partial account of the unfolding of scenes as understood by the poet.
The ongoing abductions and killing of minorities in the name of religion are a slap on the face of humanity. This poem takes us through the journey of many young victims.
Living in freedom is a personal choice for some. How free are we in the bonded world where we are connected not only by love, but also by hatred.
A life surrounded by people is all that we know to live.
Within the heart of each Sindhi there is a root of the separated land Sindh. The belonging is shattered as post partition the Sindhis are still without a territory that they can call their own in the free India.
जन्मदिन मनाना, झूमना गाना और अपनों संग मिल हाहाकार मचाना।
A celebration of Hindi Diwas by Kenbharti on 14/9/18 when the topic was past and present poets and their works.
जन्मदिन की ख़ुशी तो होती है मगर क्या जीवन सत्य को समझ सके हम !
