Tribhawan kaul biography of donald

  • Soul searching by peace.
  • Tribhawan Kaul, 19 august Misguided.
  • Till date he has authored five books (poetry & short-stories) of which three are in hindi and two are in English.
  • Listen To Me Poem bygd Tribhawan Kaul

    My subconscious irritates me
    A child upside down at a beach
    Or in the lap of a shipper
    Dead and abandoned.

    Jhelum has not spoken to me too
    The mountains haven't shown its bright side
    Still reeling beneath the spell of doom
    Oh! Am inom seeking asyl in the pall of gloom?

    Conflicts have taken its toll
    World society acts bizarre
    Dignity, honour and survival at stake
    Perpetrators have their own cake.

    Hounded, threatened and forced to flee
    Shores don't help ethnic cleansing to endure
    Yet inom am looking upto the community
    Saving some grace for humanity.

    Ah! inom do have become vulnerable
    Hope yet brings some respite
    Wake up, wake up to humanitarian tragedy
    Let you cultivate some international solidarity.

    Visible becomes the scars on humanity
    Refugees, humans too and belong to humanity
    Dawn does not wait for darkness to flee
    Let framtidsperspektiv empowers all to man life easy
    Let the peace, love, brotherhood spread positivity
    Let me not feel totally abandoned
    Liste

  • tribhawan kaul biography of donald
  • DON&#;T KILL ME

    Kill me not, Pa

    poison me not, Ma

    strangle me not, brother

    I am one of your own

    let some mercy be shown

    your blood runs into my veins

    let you not bind me in chains

    give my wishes some space

    let me live also with honor and grace.

    Desires have wings

    so have mine

    what if I love someone ?

    how is that a crime ?

    made my choice

    want you to hear my voice

    my heart beats for him

    why have I to pay the price?

    Heart overrules the mind

    society  has never been kind

    different caste, religion and state

    have to write my own fate.

    Why torture me?

    Why shatter my dreams?

    Why you shame and fail your own?

    You are not urbane, to me it seems.

    You blood thirsty savages

    you traditional sticklers

    oh you ! Perpetrators of heinous crime

    your preaching and actions do not rhyme.

    Shame on you Goddess worshipers

    girls may refuse to take birth

    eve was created by HIM for love

    HE now also thinks, was

    Poetry

    Tribhawan Kaul, 13 &#;a&#;c&#;

    Love Love Love


    LOVE LOVE LOVE

    Love is bonding between
    sisters and brothers

    Love is sharing by husbands
    and wives

    Love is caring of parents
    & children

    Love is emotional with
    everyone else.


    Love is potion on the bed
    Love is ocean and never dead
    Love is in our hearts and in
    brain

    Love is in blood and in our
    veins.


    Love happens, can’t be
    created

    Love is compassion, can’t be
    rated

    Love is smile, makes us
    laugh

    Love is deluge, can’t be
    hated.


    Love is not showing your
    assets

    Love is different from
    bloody lust

    Love is not possessiveness
    shown

    Love is what you give the
    best.


    Love is not in your eyes
    Love is not on your lips
    Love is never demanding
    Love which is true, never
    dips.


    Love makes you to sacrifice
    Love makes you to survive
    Love can’t be gauged by
    language

    Love makes a dead to revive.

    Love knows no frontiers
    Love knows no religion
    Love has no caste
    Love has no re