Monday, December 17, 2012

You know how it feels

You know how it feels,when I come to know that I live in the same nation where people rape till death.
You know how it feels,When all it matters to a tribe of people is their power and their progeny's future.
You know how it feels,when you take money from some business house to decide our fate.
You know how it feels, when I sit idle doing non-sense when a young generation out there is fighting for dignity.
You know,how it feels when a police officer comments on a girls rape as disguised prostitution.
You know,how it feels when a few bargain for commission and cuts when people are dying with hunger.
You know,how it feels when conscience questions, 'Is this the nation you inherited?','Is this the nation Swami vivekananda,C.R.Das,Netaji,bhaghat dreamt ?
It feels like banging some thing,some one;it feels rest less, it feels like learning to operate a gun and it feels like crying and it feels like crying.
The more horrible is involuntarily imagining my near and dear in the girls being raped.
I cant help it and I couldn't concentrate on my work from last 1 hour.I'm help less.

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