Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

Refracting through the glass pane of my window The beam of light breaks into iridescent colors Angling itself from the surface, it dips, falls down To alight on a patch of the flooring. The patch lights up as if infused by the beam And glints in the prism-like shades of …

At the confluence of two mighty rivers, Stands a city tall and proud. With roots steeped in ancient India It struggles to embrace today. The fort on the river bears testimony To the battles fought It stands in derelict neglect by the river Saluting the bygone. Sentinel-like the Akshayavat spreads …

  To my martyred father, my proudest salute I shall not shed a tear, will not cry; I am resolute. To my aggrieved and widowed Mother I say,   “Mother, wipe your tears. Do not cry. Nay! Hold your head high and keep walking on tall My Father died defending …