The doctor said it’s a baby girl who is going to come, and that minute her eyes shed into tears, the tears which kept flowing, the tears which had now meaning, the tears which had no ending stepping into her ending.
Pagalita my shirt collar to tweak,with the heart silently is the,rain drops drops of water pearls, like the,cheeks,tears are rolling.
She was only wondering why it had become so grave for her only. She took her eyelids down and let the lukewarm wind of summer dry up the water on her cheeks.
The app is passed on to the mother who is the happiest. She feels as if, suddenly there is a translator for translating all her baby’s cries into human speech.
He could see her looking at him. His mission was accomplished. She was awake and by the harried look on her face, he knew he had won the night time war.
He could have forgive her.He could have told her not to leave. He could have held her. He could have told her how much he loved her.
They told me not to cry;after all, I am a man.I conceal my inner grieves within me,piling up one above others forming a wall.
This Hindi poem highlights the plight of an Indian woman where she exploited by Her husband in Her whole Life span by different modes
I could hear a step,But didn’t know,It was you,Who made that tread.I could hear a voice,But didn’t know,It was you,
He went to sleep that night. And didn’t wake up the next morning. The world was crying around her, but she could not suppress a smile. Her prayers had been answered.