Our agony-filled mother Whose children we tend to slaughter. Who weeps for humans' self-indulgence? Zillions of critters are lost To our inhuman deeds. To our ceaseless needs. But ! Mother’s smile is what we need. Hey Human! You ...

I have not been allowed To find my imagined horizons Neither harmonious place nor time, Neither hoping nor action; All my grand hopes Got turned into ice With blood that painted horrors Within the days which were ...

A little before turning 60 I learnt to love my every cell. To balance between my needs and my wants without swaying. To have confidence in myself without requiring anyone's confirmation. To accept ...