This poem is an ode to the freedom of India. Personified as the golden bird, the country tells her tale about how she came out of the cage of slavery, and how she fears going back into it once again, as the winds are pushing her in the same direction, to the slavery of poverty and corruption.
Twenty years ago, on their anniversary, Mr and Mrs Vardhan were got the most beautiful gift by their children: the papers of a life- time bond with the Old Age Home; A story Story Of Love Being The Only True Relation
She looked like the poster tattered-clothes-wearing Indian child suffering from malnutrition and everything else that comes will the condition of poverty. I wanted to take this baby girl home. I wanted to feed her, clothe her, and love her.
I’m a connoisseur of wonder and amazement, a connoisseur of those satiating forty winks:Story of reality and dreams encapsulated in harmony
Fare thee well, my own true love. Oh don’t you see that lonesome dove, sitting on an ivy tree, she’s weeping for her own true love, just as I shall weep for mine.
Eating disorders now plague teenage girls, rendering them weak and with low self esteem. There needs to be a collective effort to ensure that girls feel positive about their bodies and are not constantly starving themselves towards unrealistic goals.
Shruti Shreya narrates a story of a child, in pain because of Measles, with mental scars because of civil war, from the land of Somalia.