“ I am master of my spoken words and slave to those which remain unspoken. ”
Poetry is breathing words that gives a reader pause.
~ Ankita Singhal
the flames are silent,Peace is violent,Tears are frozen’cause massacre was chosen.~~ 26/11– Mumbai terror attack memories
Let me nurture my wings, for I was born to fly.
You exalt me Bati,This is the message to the society,Brightest day demands struggling, suffering and sacrifice,heroic labor would suffice.
