Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Happy Deepawali(an irony)

A tear rolls down

their faces, they are unable to breathe;

Not having wheels, they couldn’t get outside the town,

Ridiculous…Unable to hear their moaning before death;

Unable to speak,

The symbol of resistance, oh! Gods’ finest creation;

Their business is only to give,

And you sow the seed of your own destruction;

Alas! Just for the sake of fleeting moment of happiness,

You are buying your own death;

Leave aside your flower and incense,

Nothing has been left for your last wreath;

This little happiness is able to bring sea of sorrow,

Save them Oh! Son of god, if you want lively morrow:


rajdeep bhattacharya(28 oct 08)

“writting for my nature trees plants animals

so dont buy crackers, bombs, please save our mother earth”

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