It hurts in there,
to know that India's daughter died.
It hurts in there,
to know that no one cares.
It hurts in there,
to know that my motherland cant protect me.
It hurts in there,
to know that my country is not a true democracy.
It hurts in there,
to know that the culprits are loose and enjoying a life.
It hurts in there,
to know that the government is not taking any action.
It hurts in there,
to know that tomorrow it could be me or my friends.
It hurts in there.
It hurts in there.
My first attempt on a poem on the crises that India is facing now. Please comment....
Beautiful attempt ...
ReplyDeleteThank you :) looks like it was my first AND LAST attempt.
ReplyDeleteFirst for sure, but its still in your hand to make it the last or not :)
ReplyDeleteMusings of an adosolent lady :) Beautiful thought.Ridzz. Keep trying and u will rock :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sankalp :) Will try writing more poems....well, I remember how angry I was that day :P
ReplyDeleteThere is always this time, the time which is dark and daunting and there is always this time, the time which is bright and encouraging... The time has come. Tomorrow the day would be bright.
ReplyDeleteHow come i didnt see this comment before?? :/ anyway, i wish it were...nothing has changed. everything is the same.
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