Bhuvan wearily threw his axe down and sat under a tree. After laboriously cutting wood for quite some hours, finally for the day he was
Author: Munira Dalal
Munira Dalal is a renowned teacher by profession. She has successfully launched her own brand of self-designed greeting cards. Her poesy on varied themes has been greatly appreciated and awarded on various literary forums.
Dawn and Dusk
When the sun knocks on the horizon, you race to open the door Oh! And when he is tired and wants to rest, I slowly
Miss Katy, Mrs. Katie
Miss Katy, Miss Katy where have you been? I’ve been to college In my class to be seen Miss Katy, Miss Katy What did you
Sleep My Baby
Sleep my baby, in your cot Sadly to feed you, I’ve nothing got Your helpless mama, quietly weeps Little milk and bread, is all I
Silent Admirer
As I look deep into your eyes I realize you are my truest friend Along this journey of my life You’ve closely observed the way
The Healing Oath
At the hospital accidentally bumped into Mr. Hippocrates Shared with him my benign experiences with some faculties Foremost the gynaecologist who pinched me to make
O! Let there be peace
Across all the continents and oceans Let’s change notions and herald new tidings Let the peace doves fly with the winds of change To assuage
Shared Happiness
“Woof!” The sound was so faint I would have missed it, if I hadn’t felt something brushing my feet. Looking down I saw a feeble
My Best Teacher
Life is a continuous learning and reading process It does impart and teach lessons without a recess All lessons are without lectures, books and classrooms
Memories Don’t Erase
At the tender age of six, more than my school books, I loved crayons, sketch pens, and erasers. My favourite were scented erasers in different
Oh! My Worries
My endless worry, Prices soaring high High bills make me sigh! My stress and tension Where do I bury? Farmers are in grief Rain spell
HOPE… ‘a tiny flicker’
Hope is in the last flicker Of the dying candle As it starts burning again With more life and brightness Hopeful is the sunbeam As
Spoken Unspoken Words
To converse is truly an art by itself Words and tone of speaker; overwhelms or repels Some speakers try to drown the other’s voice and
My Star …Forever Shining
Every night I search you in a starThousand times I wonder why you went so farI sleep with my little window slightly ajarLest, you feel
Cold, Not Frozen
It’s the last calendar page of the year Jingle of Santa’s bells is slowly coming near Soon the earth will be under a white blanket