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The Wall
The wall never broke,It rose in the sky.The man inside would only croak,”It never did any good to cry” The resilience was staggering,Even the light didn’t pass through.Inside there was only a king,and no sign of happiness, not a clue. But the weathered wall had to be dropped,After all, it had lost its meaning.Once there,…
Positive Thoughts and Stuff
We have never understood the power of positive thoughts. No, I mean it seriously. When was the last time that you remembered to smile at the doctors, teachers, the policemen, who are the pillars of our future? We have forgotten, that it is these thoughts that help us fight the dark and the cold. If…
Dissapointed
Today, we are fighting injustice. #blacklivesmatter is a slogan that has made history. Racial Justice, Women Empowerment, non-violent protesting rights, equality to all religions, these are only some of the topics which is being promoted and is being given serious thoughts by activists all over the world. But is it being shown by the media?…
Stubbornness towards society.
India has a beautifully constructed constitution. It’s fundamental to any democratic country. India’s constitution has guaranteed many rights to the people. But, the one that has affected me most is the right to freedom of expression. It’s one of the six fundamental rights in the constitution. This right is essential to our survival and well-being.…
Forgiveness, and etc.
Mahatma Gandhi on said -‘The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong. A woman once told how she forgave her mother, who was also her abuser. Her mother once suffered strokes and there was no one to look after her. The woman came to her mother and read to her every…
This Mountain Full of Life
The trees are flourishing. The rain is shining on the leaves, that are sparkling in the sunlight. Rustling in the smooth wind. The wind brings a smell of damp earth and a gentle rain, which splatters on the ground. SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT. This mountain is now full of life. The water flows down the half…
The flower
The sky is blue. The rivers are gushing along happily. Content the way they are. Content in having no purpose. Just gushing, gushing along, travelling in a path it has made for itself. It sees a small seed. The seed has been planted. It has been sown. It has flown. It has blown. The river…
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