I saw 4-year old Aditya dangling from his mother’s arms. I wondered why she would ‘handle’ a child that way. And I soon found out why. I edged closer to see that the boy was unkempt. Dirty clothes, saliva drooping, eyes crisscrossed…the works. He was mumbling to himself and walking, rather stumbling at every step.… [Read more…]
December 1, 2008
What is the cost of life? Who can say? The martyr’s wife? Or the minister who thinks he can resign in shame, To absolve himself of guilt and blame? The cost of life, if you need to know,Ask the terrorist who brought death in tow.Has intentional killing ever brought glory?Is the cost of life just… [Read more…]
November 29, 2008
This day I am enraged at a mighty intrusion,I am damn indignant at this bold intimidation,But how long will I remain motivated to fight?I am only one, how can I help to set it right? I check the news to see if it has ended, I often check,And I beg myself to hold on, I… [Read more…]
March 18, 2010
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