Sunlight which is life line for our existence , how it change its role as per season. In summer , it change to its extreme: Sunlight in Summer.
But I was already pushed to the margin, where I was wondering “how could we divide people among rich and poor, why do we need such elaborate meetings to vent ourselves out”.
Hot tears ran down the young girl’s eyes. The shackle tied to Grace’s leg was too tight and left a red mark on her leg. Her trunk had become thin due to malnutrition.
This Hindi poem reflects the pain of the humanity that feels about own death from the heart of every mankind in this world. Nowadays everyone being is proving his selfishness by hating other person and killing his own worth.
We all have something to learn from our life. Some learn from their mistakes,Some learn from other’s mistakes and some learn from both ways.
We all share the same fate. I think it’s too late to notice my worst, heckpoint. Struggling from side to side, Forcing myself to act mature, before I meet the cold eyes
The ground is still wet and sore, From yesterday’s blood and gore. Still the morning air with cries is rent, Of men, women and children innocent.
Editor’s Choice: A traitor for a country, Dzork had no regrets. He was a hero in people’s eyes. Finally, God Almighty had delivered justice. His friend, a war prisoner, but now more than a brother, Flight Lieutenant Dranhz was safe.
The song of life, Is full of mysteries, A handful of tragedies, Along with the comedies. It is a song of getting enlightenment
Along with several entitlements. It is the poetry of life
Sister Nirmala joined Mother Teresa’s Missionary of Charity after accepting Catholicism in ’50 She became head in ’97 and served till ’09. She died in ’15.