Peeping inside

A walk of shame                                                                               -Yatharth Dutt The night was dark, I felt some pain; These inglorious thoughts, were crushing my brain. With a vision of past, I looked at those cries; Being eaten by pain, To find the truth of those lies. To give her a home, A price was placed; To protect her honour, No voice was raised. Dragged down the lane, Robbed under a gun; To save the kid, No hero made a run. When her man raised hand, Her life was hell; Many stalked and gossiped, But none rang the bell. When everyone was busy, justifying a terrorist’s plight; no voice was ...

The old patriot                                                                  -yatharth dutt                                           Sitting in the garden, Looking at the sky; With smile he enjoyed, The Tri-colour fly high     When the anthem began, even the crippled stood still; no pain could break; that patriots will. Again that day, The uniform was worn ; Medals were pinned ,                            ...