lamhat(moments)

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 58 ; the fifty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Saravana Kumar Murugan , the editor of Shades Of Life book series . Refugee Refugee is a person forced to leave his/her country, home, area and the things he loved. Return of #BlogATon58 and #Aativas50 should have encouraged me to right something celebratory but when there is no hope for return nothing could be celebrated. Not only the world, our country and also social media platforms are full of people who forced others to leave because they didn't like their presence. This poem is written in solidarity with all refugees and I hope someday they will definitely return.   Fighter planes, tanks, guns, missiles, missing loved ones in debris piles, left the soil,left the home,left money under the sun, homeless,loveless, no place to return. Friends, neighbors, companion,acquaintances, ...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38 ; the thirty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for the month is "The Woman on Platform Number 10" The Woman On Platform Number Ten Still I remember the day when, I met the woman on platform number 10. Few years back,in the month of July, I was at station waiting for my train, Going to meet a client which on me rely, It was twenty passed ten,when rain began, The place was silent except sound of thunders, Draped in white salwar-kameez with red border, Came she grabbing attention of me and few vendors, A mesmerising wet beauty of top order, She came and sit beside me on bench, Smiled,greeted and asked my name, Sweet voice,her style in my heart made a love trench, Sure was I that she was feeling the same, First time I don't blame railw...