The ground is still wet and sore, From yesterday’s blood and gore. Still the morning air with cries is rent, Of men, women and children innocent.
Alternate Mother
She told me various stories of king and queen, warriors, wicked old man who used to kidnap small child when I sleep. I love to hear from her. We used to play hide and seek and she always finds me easily.
Love of my life
I always wondered if at least for once in my life I would experience this thing called true love that every body dreams about.
DIWANGI – PART – XII
The author decided to dine with his fan and after to spend whole night with her. He talked about many subjects and enjoyed.
Rains
The aroma, of the freshly falling raindrops is intoxicating for the human beings, animals and birds hide under the shady trees, and the branches of the trees dangle under the weight of these rain drops.
Mahila sashakat rang and Jeevan jine ki kala
First poem describes that it is duty of civilised society to fill seven colours of good will in life of women who are suffering . Second poem is about how to face odd face circumstances in life .
When life teaches a lesson….it lasts forever…!!
Everything was perfect in our life. Asif even informed about our relationship to his parents and they had no problem. He was the First Love of my life that became the Last one.
DIWANGI – PART – XI
In this Hindi story,the author made up his mind not to flee away but to face the situation with his strong will power and will come out safe from her clutches.
MY LOVE OR MY PARENT’S TRUST?
I went in the room and was shocked to see my love sitting there.I was able to get my love and win my parent’s trust. I did love as well as arranged marriage.
I knew you wouldn’t love him…
But I loved you. For you had given me the reason and breath to live. You might be just his living son but you are everything to me.
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