This poem depicts the selfish nature of today’s Era Man who become so hard hearted that HE has no sympathy even with His family members .
White Blood
Published by praveen gola in category Hindi | Hindi Poetry | Poetry with tag blood | family | white
White Blood
Poetic Justice
Jahnavi’s father was a diamond artisan from Surat who had worked in various cities. However he had to migrate as the diamond market in Surat was becoming a tougher place
In the name of honor
I am alone, running the race,Like the law of diminishing marginal utility is the fall in my pace,Oh my creator! At least in your home give me some space
Point of View
That is the reason I feel sad. I feel sad because this is an unfair world. Kind men meet brutal fates. I may not change anything but I wish to prepare him for what is to come
Michelle
It was Friday afternoon and I was waiting for my last appointment of the week, a patient named Michelle referred by the probation department for alcoholism counselling.
Drown
I did nothing and felt absolutely nothing but dread. I saw the crowd dissipate but I just stood there, stunned as I looked at the corpse, and all that he had been through.
The Untold Story
The middle-aged man sat on a chair, clasping a notebook . The page was empty except for some bold letters that spelt “The Untold Story”
My Magnum Opus
I met him for the first time at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. He was seated right next to me; we glanced at each other visibly ashamed of our current predicament
Maelstrom
“It’s your entire fault. You’re the reason why they are dead. You should be the one being lowered into the ground not them.” He had shouted. I couldn’t speak
MY GRANDFATHER
I felt the hustle and bustle around me. People from all walks of life and of all age group converted the station into ‘museum of people’. One could spot rich, poor, old, young,
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