Wronged hearts braving
Winter rains: While they stay firm
Clueless rulers sulk.
Unni, i had commented on all your It rains in Delhi poems. But nothing is visible.
Those in the power turn a blind eye to the hapless poor. Whether kings, Luis The XIV, or the ones elected democratically.
I feel gratified that the poem does communicate with you. Though from a different country, different culture, different political atmosphere. And thank you for the top rating
A profound short write. Powerful and brilliantly penned in minimal lines. Top Marks! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When our rights are compromised and there is abuse of powers, we rise to uphold such rights and to stop such abuse no matter what obstacles are on our way.
Thank you, Rose Marie, for travelling by my side in this poetic journey. I am gratifi