"sabarmati" poems
Twilight darkens,
And she springs in joy
Of a myriad praises that befall.
She, the Sabarmati,
Flows across the city,
Barely eyed at day, [and
But] Adored as the day would fall.
She spreads like a smile
Across her banks; chaste.
Somewhere she does flow
Into the sea; yet serene,
Like she has always been;
Obscured of haste.
I watch her flow,
For hours and hours,
To see if I’m like her.
Someday when I go,
I’ll be with her;
Like a son long lost
Reunited with his mother.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
How little
Are you
On me?
He was the main culprit in supplying RDX used in the 1993 Mumbai blasts. He was arrested in 1995 in Delhi and housed at the Sabarmati jail pending trial. In November 1997, Latif was shot dead by the police in Ahmedabad.[4] In 2014, one of Latif's sons contested the election of Samajwadi Party against Shanker Singh Vaghela, who was the Chief Minister when Latif was killed. Latif's other son had contested against Vaghela in 2009.[5]
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC