We saw some of your brothers giving out roses to police officers, we feel you deserve roses too. This rose is to you from the nation…
Widow was a Poem that I ended up writing after the husband of one of our neighbours passed away, it was one of the first times I felt the pain of a Widow. This poem also marks my Entry into contemporary poetry, being of the firsts I ever wrote in this genre.
सिपाही was a poem written for a competition arranged by Goa College of Engineering's Art and Literature Club, 'Swatantrya'. It is dedicated to the soldiers who lost their lives in the Pulwama Attack on 14th February 2019. It is also one of my first Hindi Poems and also in Devanagiri.
Death was written when I saw death for the first time up close. A neighbour and a close family friend of ours passed away, leaving a mark on me. This poem was the reciprocation to that phase.
Childhood was written after the birth of my nephew. When i saw him for the first time, couldn't help but think about how soon, he would grow up and be a part of the rat race we'd all have to run.
