The metamorphism of Indian woman: A poem by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
Even if she is panting, she can’t stop… She can’t leave his hand midway, she can’t break rules… Even in pain, she can’t stop working…...
Even if she is panting, she can’t stop… She can’t leave his hand midway, she can’t break rules… Even in pain, she can’t stop working…...
You stay in a high rise apartment, I in a slum Your life is joyous and gay, mine is often glum. Your roof does not...
Provided that you have the willStep by step, you climb the hillPut the mountain your goal so tallBoard the ladder of success with determinationYou will...
Who does not have broken wings?While flying to win the odds in life….Who are aware, what clock next brings?While targeting the goal amidst many a...
Far from comely hum of community, life is in a limboFighting against the battle of life with honeyed gustoSorrows are unleashed, seek someone to share...
किए थे वादे कुछ खाई थी क़समेंज़िंदगी की साँझ तक तुम मेरे साथ चलनाबदल जाएगा मौसम बदल जाएगी ये रुत भीबदलते वक़्त के साथ मगर...
Amidst the chaos and hush rush in a marketplaceHassled mothers drag the children by their handReluctantly they follow with a zigzag trailTill their eyes fall...
She grew up listening to Twinkle Twinkle little stars And kept wondering what they are Till the day world beckoned her to reach for one...
Tring ….Tring….Tring….Tring …there goes the bell Children in heaps …run …run..indoors …….to tell “Out you come ..all of you ..See who is in the street?”...
चलो इस तंग और ख़ुदपरस्त जहाँ से बहुत दूर निकल चलते हैंचलो चलते हैं जहाँ हमारी ख़्वाहिशों के,एहसासों के दीये जलते हैं।जो मैं लड़खड़ा जाऊँ...
Passion is the energy that rushes through our veins, When we aim for achievement in the field we love. It spurs us on to exploit...
The insatiable passion of blooming the buds gained on me From the adorable ones to beautiful fragrant flowers I wanted them to be So passionately,...