I Love My Country

One heavy rain on one weekend led to broken and sunken roads, people on the roads for several hours and numerous fatalities. The poem is sadly inspired by the experience that one wouldn't want repeated, yet it was a scenario reoccurring on yet another weekend with even more walls collapsing, trees fallen, roads disappearing and even more fatalities..

दिवंगत

एक कविता उन पूर्वजों के मान में जिन्होंने धर्म बचाने हेतु प्राण गवाए उनकी कुर्बानियों ने सनातनी सभ्यता के इतिहास के पन्ने सजाए। अयोध्या फ़ाऊंडेशन ने उनके वार्षिक श्राद्ध तर्पण की नींव डाली है क्या आप भी उन बलिदानियों की मुक्ति का संकल्प लेना चाहेंगे? https://youtu.be/HTo-h8LR7I8?si=7il1gdHizwcIVNtT

Grief!

Grief never dies! Grief claims a large part of the mind. It may appear as memory but it teases the strings of emotions lying bundled up very carefully in the deepest core of the heart.  This was grief, holding on to her like an everlasting accessory of life.