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.
I’m your blood and flesh,
The cruel days you gave me, mum,
Bed you left me to wash,
When you let my fingers peel off,
Fights you had with drunken dad,
Nights left me in hunger,
O,forget to feed me food,
I feel the pain now mum.
Abusing dad on other side,
Your careless heart,
I remember the agony you went through,
Did you know my fate before?
I cried under the pillow,
For food and water,
I feel the pain when you threw my food away.
Dad had a fight,
Am I the reason for it?
This is your body and blood,
I still love the abuse you gave, mum.
The worst abuse a child goes through ever is not worse than the abuse from its mother.
Every step you move on,
Before you tamper the prints, hold me
Baby, world is under feet.
There are 4 types of people around me whom I like most.They are,
1. Just think – dreamers
These types of people I don’t often meet or I have never meet and still they make me love them more.They are poets and scientists ( for me only those two kind of people make me feel happy when I just think of them). I don’t even need to meet them personally to get inspired or love them.
2. Just see – saviours
People who make me feel happy when I just see them, those are some of well wishers, good hearted people, who never care of money, never care of their status, never care of their position, never care of their life on the earth. They are sages, saints, social workers, and whoever sacrifice their lives.
3. Just talk – givers
People who make me feel happy when I just talk to them. Most of them are my college friends, teachers, and professors.
4. All rounders
Only handful of people who will make me feel happy and better in all the ways said above,
- when I just see them
- when I just talk to them
- when I just think of them
They are the persons behind my success, behind my life, behind every step of my leg
My mum, my dad, my sister(s) and my brother(s), and finally my sweet heart!
Share your opinions who makes you feel better and who fall in these categories 🙂
When I know my child is a copy of me, I am ashamed of it’s bad habits.