Today, I finally read about the Rohingya Muslims. About the atrocities committed against them. About the evilness in the world. And those barbaric Buddhist, people who wouldn't dare harm an insect, but are willing to crush the little fingers of children by running them over with a motorcycle (and yes, that has taken place. A … Continue reading When will this stop?
There come days when life hits you so hard that every hill you ever transgressed is reduced to a pile of ashes, when you jump across rocks and tumble down from a pebble, and then life gets the last laugh (annd tust me, life looks every ugly while laughing. Kinda like that monstrous one of … Continue reading Comments, Words and Palastine: No I’m Okay.
Dedicated to the children of Syria, You kids are the real heros. --- It's not the melody of the birds, but the cry of a mother of three, Her meaningless words of despair, her unheard agony, That greets me every morning, but I've learnt to go to sleep, I tell myself that her devils aren't … Continue reading Mother of Three
via Daily Prompt: Volume <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/volume/">Volume</a> I watch her, that mother who cradles her child, On the screen, the reporters mute her volume, She holds the little one gently, but take a look at her eyes, And behold: a wild fire,the mayhem of a typhoon, From that hickory brown cliff comes a song, louder … Continue reading Muted Volume