“Street children are lovely blossoms just dropped from the tree after a heavy storm. Now they need to be put together with a needle and threads of security and shelter to live into a beautiful circle of life’s garland”

“My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)”

“Politicians are the sole cause of our incurable social eczema”

“I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.”

“Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers”

“Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.”

“A moment can be left inside the memory of time.”

“Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear”

“She felt nervy as all her excitements turned into weaknesses”

“The land is always there...it is you who has to return”

“My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.”