lamhat(moments)

The Son of The Soil 2nd October is the birth anniversary of two great sons of the soil. Mahatma Gandhi and Lal Bahadur Shahtri. While I have written many times on Mahatma Gandhi and his ideals (which you can read here) I have never dedicated any poem to Lal Bahadur Shastri the most simple human being and the second Prime Minister of India. This poem is dedicated to him. His slogan of  'Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan', even now inspires us and instill respect in us for two important pillars of our society. Also Happy Gandhi Jayanti. Both Gandhi Ji and Shastri Ji were believers of world peace. Lets pray for the same on their birthday.  Simple village man amassed love not money, second PM of India was as sweet as honey. But when the tough time of war came, he never let down nation in shame. Hail the soldier (Jai Jawan ) who guards our border, maintain law and order, Hail the farmer ( Jai Kisan) who feeds the nation, responsible for our ration.  T...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 51 ; the fifty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Red Ink Publishers and " Curse Of The Red Soil " by Durgesh Shastri. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . It Was Just A Dream A politician came, high on fame, removed corruption ,poverty,rapes, Opposition lacked any charges on his name, cheaper are oil,onion,potato and grapes. then I heard a scream and realized that it was just a dream. A girl in a dress tight, on lonely road in night, soon surrounded by so many men, To help her in reaching home,they started to fight, she reached home safely without any strain, then I heard a scream and realized that it was just a dream. A poor village boy, playing with a toy, All children of his age studying in school, Childhood is without burden and full of joy, they all are happy, healthy and cool,...

Eid Wish World is full of problems,hatred,violence,poverty,etc. In the time of celebration during festivals or other such occasion only selected few are fortunate enough to cherish them. In this holy month of Ramadan when Allah grant every valid wish. I pray for each and every one on earth through this poem. Raising my hands I only wish, Feast of eid everyone would relish, Happiness would fill each heart, All problems in world would vanish. The sweetness of sweets becomes such a treat, that unity prevail everywhere, Hatred from our lives would retreat. The crescent eid moon, would bring such a boon, None would sleep hungry, Poverty would remove soon, Once such a festival would come, which wouldn't for selected some, Each one would equally enjoy,  pray,share and together welcome.