The Tricolor’s bright dawn

God couldn’t be everywhere
So he sent someone on his behalf
Someone who chose to be on the border,and did not bother
Being on borders of the city
Considering it their duty
The city which defines beauty and proves our identity
The city they wanted to take away
For which they found new evil way
But we will guard, we will stay.
They ask why it belongs to us,
For when the city is in our hands,
The white color covering the land will always be snow
And never be the ashes of people burnt
They will never know
Its our temple, its our land
Our god would never ask for slaughtered animals
But will cut himself
For the sake of motherland
The city will be safe
Being converged in orange,white and green
The city will be ours as it has always been.

P.S “write hard and clean about what hurts

The unheard essentials -1

Hello readers, I am now starting with my volume of nanotales. The volume is titled as “The unheard essentials.” Your feedback for this new start is much awaited and appreciated.

Here is the first one from the collection:

They wanted their first child’s birth to be in a hospital near Taj as Taj was the place they first met. The first cry of their baby became the last followed by a gunshot sound. Unfortunately, the date was 26/11.

#IndiaStrikesBack