God send me on the earth, an innocent being,
Untouched by the black and white doing,
But the world branded me as a Brahmin,
And a curse fallen on this urchin,
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a truth no doubt...but truths that taste bitter to some may taste sweet to some others...but as you eloquently notice in your write a truth always remains a truth alone... nice composition...10
nice thoughts.but think of those who suffered for generations.nice poem.voted 10 surya
I love the passion you put into your work. Obviously, you are extremely patriotic but I sense the sadness in this poem. You are certainly a realist - expressing your own depth of sadness that you are still a divided nation...
Yes, That's the nail on the head, so as to speak. We're still a divided nation. Very sad. Cheers. Subroto
True, All is politics a scoundrel's game, It brought polity a nasty name. Life and property it can't protect, How equality and prosperity effect. Let them their primary duty attend, For the rest there is 'invisible hand'. CP