Poems for KHUSHI

We can't sleep early. We can't sleep enough. We can't sleep together, One room, not enough.     We must wake up early. We must stand in a queue. We must not shit in pants Hold the shit like a glue. We must stop the fights Of the husbands and the wives That's the life in the chawl One lives till he dies. We don't save at all We don't get enough We live in today Future stays in the next suburb. We don't ask for rights We forget what is right We learn only wrongs We grow in the night. Our schools are full of us, But education. Talent isn't a big deal But opportunities limitations.  We aren't scared of cops We are habitual to the allegations We are habitual to the blame For this country's demotion. When we grow we can't reach The sky-filling branches of the tree Like a mushroom we have to be Be a shelter for the family. We are poets, We are singers, We are fi...

After spending two and a half weeks in the company of Woodhouse family and their friends, today my vacation has come to an end, and I have finally bid farewell to Highbury. What a splendid visit it was! It would be a shame if I do not show my appreciation towards the people of Highbury by thanking them for all the entertainment and solace that I found in their company.   To start with,I was lucky to attend the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Weston of Randalls on Day 1 of my visit. Although Mr. Woodhouse wasn’t too pleased about the wedding but in my opinion they were quite suitable for each other. Mrs. Weston, a very kind lady and Mr. Weston a noble man with pleasant manners were a match made in heaven; though Ms. Woodhouse boosted that she deserved all the credit for the match as it was her scheming which led to this arrangement. At  one  and  twenty , Ms. Woodhouse (Emma) is beautiful, smart, and witty with a little air of arrogance (which she is unaware of). B...