Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

  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 …

  She had lived in the shadows for far too long, It was time to emerge out, confident & strong.   It was time for a change, in herself & her world, Time to become a woman; from just a wee girl.   The time was right to wrest control …

It sneaks up on me in the silence of the night Although I try to ward it off with all my might But its tentacles dig in, plant their seeds deep O at its invasion my insomniac soul does weep. For I know that there goes another night’s rest Some …