She loves to play with colors,
and her favorite is blue.
She loves her blue jeans,
a gift from her mother.

Her mother works
in a garment factory,
where women are paid
less than men.

She dreams of a world
where colors don’t fade with injustice.

I saw her in the bazaar
after so many days.
As always, her face was layered
with makeup—
not to beautify,
but to mask the bruises.
Time had worn her down,
yet she stood tall,
a quiet victory in her eyes.
She had finally severed the knot
of an abusive past,
and for the first time,
she looked free.

We should save our land
We should save mother nature
We must save it today
Else, it will be past the point of no return.

We have to tell our children
Who are our future.

Global warming is crushing the earth
Rising temperature can slaughter the plants and animals.

To control the temperature of the earth
We have to teach our children
Don't use plastic bags.

Plastic bags are really handy
But they are polluting our environment.

The love story ends,
The tale is finished,
Their paths now diverge,
Separate ways taken.

Who cares for the other?
Who cherishes the bond?
A fleeting day spent together,
A smiling morning,
A humming evening,
Yet the night falls—
Darkness remains.

Bitterness lingers,
Resentment over trivial things,
Fragments of what once was.

Now, the search begins again—
Another hand to hold,
A new companion to find,
To fill the void,
To start another story.

When rights are taken,
people stand alone.
The world moves around them,
but they are outside,
unseen, unheard.

Dignity crumbles.
Inclusion becomes a distant idea,
participation a closed door.
They are left with nothing but silence,
a void where their voice should be.

Education, healthcare, justice—
these are not gifts,
they are foundations.
Without them,
the ground gives way.

Isolation grows,
not just in the mind,
but in the spaces between people.
It spreads,
weakening the ties that hold society together.

They are here,
but they are not.
Their absence is felt,
but not acknowledged.
The system turns,
blind to the cracks it creates.

How long can this last?
How many must stand alone
before the world notices,
before it stops,
and begins to rebuild?

Availability of clean water
Is necessary for all of us
It's vital for human health
And, it's development.

Access to clean water
Is everyone's right
Either the live in a metropolitan city
Or in a small village in desert
Rich or poor the same.

This is the obligation of governments
To give clean water to everybody
Bottled water is expensive
Everyone can't buy and drink.

We ought to recall
Consistently a kid passes on
Because of water related malady
The majority of these youngsters
Belong to helpless nations.

The house at the corner of the street,
with its striking red and green windows,
stands out.

An old neem tree still stands tall.
A few years ago, the place was filled with plants and flowers,
and I even noticed butterflies fluttering around.
But now, all the plant life has dried up—
there’s no water to sustain them.