Initially, I wanted to discuss the idea of God and related questions but everyday I come across stuff that are so much pathetic. India is a secular country – the preamble of our constitution itself states that. But recently as a result of the political upheaval of RSS and simultaneously Hindutva in India, particularly targeting […]
A letter from a poor village man, who deciding to get you on earth.
Your father is not super rich, politically inclined, lavish house owner. A thatched roof, illiterate cowboy living in the middle of the corn farm.
I ever wished to have you on my hand, I wished to dress like the princess of the heaven and take you on my head and come around the village. Me and your mum has realized the religious crooks and the majority based people have often put us apart the main land of village. I am scared of having you angel with me.
The humanity is at it’s height of slipping into the abyss. We are scared to let you walk alone, we are scared to let you go bravely and return safely. Wolves of human beasts are living among us. They will let you down dear, we are sorry.
It’s not six months old or six years old,or 16 years old, the wolves are waiting to hunt the girl. Stay in God’s hand till we are prepared to deal the human monsters.
Dear, you are too young to understand what I am writing on,I know your hands are flocking to hold my cheek.The days are coming, me and your mum will decide to make the preparations to invite you to be with us.
Angel, listen carefully.
The laws and it’s makers are big culprits of the society and they have the gates in the justice to let the rich and politicians fly away. The law and justice will never protect either your modesty or our life. We are living in a world of capitalist rulers who side the money and lust.
Take note of this while you prepare to come down earth.
Ask the God to make the paws of a lioness, to fight against the rapists.
Let the God give you the fierceness of a tigress to let rip apart the chest of a monsters.
Don’t forget to get the jaws of a Lion, to suck the blood of crooks.
Dear our safety in our hands , not in the hands of a ruler or a court room.
Me and your mum will be awaiting your happy arrival in few years!
Till then take care of you and write me a letter how do you feel there alone!
Your dad to be.
The reminder of our love,
A day is not enough to express,
The universal truth of souls,
United in karma and in heaven,
Our beloved persona,
Will long for everyday to express,
The moments and memoir of kisses,
We will make another event of love,
While our flushes stroke against,
We will forget the moments,
To make a moment to remember.
She is hiding the pain,
Beneath the bruise in heart,
Not longing for his love,
But the memories he left,
Abandoned as an orphan,
And left her in middle of jungle,
Her smiles are fake in real.
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Serendipity of love,
Doesn’t wait for nod of none,
It enters with no time,
Kindles mind and soul,
Makes sleepless nights and dreams,
Ends with fights and tears.
Medicine of the soul,
nudges us in abyss
a suffer that longs life.
Warriors of tomorrow,
In the arms of their mom,
Son of battlefield while grown.