Behold! What’s there behind! Small, big, exorbitant and coarse Bountiful hills standing beyond Small huts and wooden houses, Immersing among the hills. Rising high, rising low those Deodar standing upright, Enveloped in mist and fog vanish in moments from the sight. So dense and so deep make the valley bewitching Darkening the roads and down the slopes, It embraces life. Driving down the valley, runs across the enchanting Marten,

I was a chirpy girl Playing, dancing and roaming around, Searching for comfort with my inquisitive eyes Delicate, fragile and weak I was, But, then you came, my little star. Holding you into my arms, I forgot my pain, In that moment from girl to a woman, I became. When your baby sounds struck my ears I found my voice to comfort you my dear, As your tiny hands touched my cheeks I apparently fulfilled my dreams. Whenever you cried, I sang for you, Ah! So lovely it appears to you Seeing you enjoy I felt so glad, Your bursting laughter makes me mad. From delicate, meek and submissive I became courageous, agile and assertive.

Few days ago when I was going through the newspaper I read that the government announced to pay compensation to those kids who are orphaned due to Covid-19. The headline said that such kids will recieve free school education and compensation of five lacs. I admire those who initiated this…

A Common Man! The Indian Constitution guarantees everyone freedom of speech that is every person has a right to speak be it- questioning the government, or presenting one’s views and thoughts. This is called democracy which gives all power to the people....but do we really have power?? …

I was born with beautiful Mountains, Plants, Rivers and millions of species which resided in me. I gave everything I had to the mankind. I provided them food, water and air but what did I recieve in return? I received injuries on Mountains when they mined me for their money…

What I See! Years and years have passed My eyes have seen all that Chaos, Days change, People change but, The conditions never change. How much I see, how much I feel No end of it, I see. What brutality is it? One word I hear all the time, Disaster! Disaster! Disaster! What is this Disaster? Killing of people, is Disaster! Wailing of mother, is Disaster! Bereaved children and ruin all around, is Disaster!

What is Love, Can anyone tell? What is Life, Can anyone tell? What is Sacrifice, Can anyone tell? To know Love, ask an Orphan To know Love, ask a Childless Mother To know Love, ask an Army Soldier. To know Life, ask a Widow To know Life, ask the Handicapped To know Life, ask a person lying on deathbed. To know Sacrifice, ask your Parents To know Sacrifice, ask your best Friend To know Sacrifice, ask a Soldier.