Bomb blasts & riots … killing innocent lives…
who were in the recent past dreaming of buying a scooty to show off among friends…
who were hurrying back home in order to not get scolded for coming in late…
who were walking joyfully holding the fingers of the grandparents…
who were pondering whether their loved one will agree their proposal to get married...
who were hurrying back home in order to not get scolded for coming in late…
who were walking joyfully holding the fingers of the grandparents…
who were pondering whether their loved one will agree their proposal to get married...
Their lives gone, even before they realise their dreams will now exist only in their diaries which they protected from their siblings who tried to read it stealthily…
Killed by someone whom they had never seen… whose dreams were replaced with someone else’s vengeance… who was made to think death through massacres is martyrdom and butchering innocent people will bring those who kill, the undiscovered freedom.
Dreams can be called a distant reality…of past or of future, we often do not know.
I wish to hold my dream as a reality, which will be achieved in future…
Yes… it is definitely an achievement to make our world a safe place for everyone to live in… where human beings do not destroy each other after all for identities – country, religion, caste, community… where everyone realises we belong to one human race and love is easier than hatred…where humanity is not butchered in the name of war for peace…
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The world marches on,
Why should it not turn around?
- Arthur Rimbaud
The world marches on,
Why should it not turn around?
- Arthur Rimbaud
