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, ...

सोचो - आखिर कब सोचेंगे?(Think- When will we think?) - Nawaaz Deobandi. Today when many parts of India are burning under the fire of communal riots,this Nawaaz Deobandi's composition wake us to think about this problem before it's too late. सोचो आखिर कब सोचेंगे ?           Think,when will we think? सोचो आखिर कब सोचेंगे ?           Think when will we think? दरहम-बरहम दोनों सोचें,             Both broken and shattered think, मिल-जुलकर हम दोनों सोचें,       Together both of us should think, ज़ख्म का मरहम दोनों सोचें,        Cure for the wounds both should think, सोचें पर हम दोनों सोचें,               Let's both of us should think, घर जलकर राक हो जाएगा,         When all houses will be burned, जब सब कुछ ख़ाक हो जाएगा,      Everything in ashes will be turned, तब सोचेंगे? ...