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नमस्ते लेखक, आप वास्तव में एक अद्भुत लेखक हैं मैं एक संकलन संकलित कर रहा हूँ जिसका नाम है 'बिना शर्त प्रेम'। यदि आप एक सह लेखक बनने के इच्छुक हैं तो प्रतिक्रिया दें (जल्द ही मुझे Instagram @poet_spring_ पर पिंग करें)
A year ago, on the exact same day (August 4th 2020) a massive explosion happened in my country in the port of Beirut, Lebanon. Many innocent women,men,children,elders,sons,daughters,friends and loved ones have died. And still for this day, we don't know the real story or the person behind the losses of our people. We've been fighting and we will continue to, until we have the justice that our heroes and victims deserve. And so I felt the need to express my feelings using words that hurt me and many so deeply every time we take a look back at the pain we lived and still live; because every day is the 4th of August for us. And because we can't and will never forget or forgive what happened that day... #spreadlovenothate#loveothers#mirakee#writersnetwork#Lebanon#beirut#everydayisaugust4th#pain#heroes#victims@miraquill@writersnetwork
Text: When Heroes are Have-nots ________________________________________________ It hurts in the heart when heroes are have-nots They gave us their all; now what have they got? Health's not here or at home, when honor's selfishly half-sought.
Selfless, it is not.
We've all seen what it's wrought: a figurative hell: Not literal, but near as critical. Moreover, it is despicable, treating lifesavers as criminals.
The school of life timelessly taught to now and then, spare searching thoughts. You think its work? Its nearly not.
Take advantage, 'fore chance is gone. Hitting limits? Just go beyond; Can't come up short if you go long; you have the right to prove doubt wrong. Make some music, sing spiritual songs we come from one, so every soul belongs the poor, the rich, old and the young.
You cannot lead by leaving them behind. There's a detriment to that design; a colour outside of lines; where mindless fools make fools lose minds. A sad state when we sacrifice saints. Estranged as strangers, none pray. Solemnly, some may say:
'They've simply gone astray.'
When wiser ways breed better days it'll be known without need for saying it: a truth that grows without even feeding it; in your bones and you'll even be bleeding it It won't be a boast to believe in it.
See, simple self reflections spot ego-built deceptions As intermittent intellectual intervention pares prideful, porous perception; rescinding regression, purely progressive. An immaculate conception, loose-leaved lines lay layered with lessons; words weaved tired, but tested; learned, not suggested. Wisdom writ better the best of them. Not rested til the rest of 'em appreciate what was given in
by heroes that have come and gone, that hard-done heros have been honored wrong. they were our foundation all along.
Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
I am compiling a book about and have an opportunity for you. Kindly DM me to my Instagram account : @heart_scribes. Hoping for a positive response. Please don't mind if I have already contacted you.
A salute to the Unsung Heroes.......................
You are not birds nor animals Neither do you migrate, Big cities were just a bait, To end the poverty and the hungry wait.
Therefore trust me, you are not a Migrant. But have been named thus, simply by some tyrant. To gain a political mileage through this New Phrase, They donot know how they battered your morale, forcing each one of you to daze...
Allowing hovering choppers to shower petals, For heroic acts of bravery during these testing times, Where have the applause gone for you? Quietly building blocks of brick and sand, turning properties into primes...
I am sorry, i once called you migrant, Forgot that you are a human with a heart and a soul Belonging to the country- India That is the truth and not a mere cajole.
You help to build our country brick by brick Engaging as a labourer, tailor, or a cook, Works of extreme artistry and craftsmanship Which can never be collated by a freak.
You are the backbone of Modern India. But today where do you stand for your rights. Marching millions cover miles , struggling with food and shelter fights.
Borders have became no entry zone, No extended helping hands are shown, Untiring challenged feet with lives in your hands. You just plead to reach back safely to your lands...
Images flash past my eyes of hungry millions walking unheard and unsung with aches and pain. No footwear on their weary soles, Childhood of many drowned in tears all in vain. Treading through the scorchy roads shouldering some youngs and several olds...
They will eventually reach their home. Minus few thousands whose bodies will be charred fighting their way back Leaving behind to see a new tomorrow after a gloam.
I salute you my dear struggling countrymen, You regret not, Each one of you, is an asset that India has got.
We shall cease to call you migrant, You belong to this country, Stay strong, you are unsung warriors though, But never sacrifice your precious self at the cost of living hungry.
The mirror might have cracked which cannot be made whole again that's the fuss, As Bard once had said, the fault is not in our stars but within us.
You are born to bounce forward, for you are heroes from the core, You all are born artisans who stories of hardwork,intergrity and sacrifice will be a fact to adore.
There's a girl i love, her eyes, somnolent, a bundle of delight, innocency at it's best, she cares 'bout the world, bibliophile, intelligent, always making me smile, cute, but fierce all along, tough enough to thrive, we talked for nights, never met her though, started clicking slowly, she skipped my evenings, i ignored her daylights, love began to fume, then, we stopped talking, bluntly walked away, opposing every feeling, never looked back, guess, that's all of it, my fuckin' love story, undying, yet blended, somehow forlorn, maybe colorful too, mauve, to name it.
And you, you can be mean And I, I'll drink all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes we're lovers, and that is that Though nothing will keep us together We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes for ever and ever What d'you say?
- David Bowie, Heroes
PS - This is real, yet awkward. I really don't know what have gotten into my mind... Don't mind me.
It seems we once again stand on the same ground, Yet what we stand for contrasts, like the millions of times we met Well what good will be my plan,If you won't sabotage it Like the old enemy of mine, I so dearly detest Nonetheless you don't have to meddle today For there was no evil plotted, just something to lure you As to have a jolly good chat, for the old times sake Some superhero you are, Forging your swords from the blood of sinless patrons In the name of serving your people Do you even know who you work for? The ones who order you to kill the bad guys They are the real criminals Gaslighting you Don't believe me? Just knock on the doors of the family of the folks you killed It might take you days on end, but be sure to do an inventory for yourself. When you'll know what you did, You'll cry for days on end Although you'll lose hope in the presence of good in world You shall correct your wrongdoings And when you feel alone, Just know I'll always take you back home The place where your ideals were born, And where once again you'll learn to stand your ground.