Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And there she stood, twilight hanging Over her shoulders, she heard love sing To her, its promises of bliss thickened The air, so she choked on them each Time she drew a breath, but there was Something else too, her heart that had Been battered, crushed and torn apart In the name of love, its pieces were Seduced by the glitter of power.
Wearing her dilemma as a blindfold, She went around in circles, pouring The shards of her heart into the soil, Her tears quickened the womb of The earth and there sprung up a Forest of hungry fruit, with a passion For power, seasons came and went, And yet blind she was still, till one day The clamoring of the trees was loud Enough to drown love's song, and its Promises of bliss dissolved under the Aroma of the hungry fruit ripening.
“If you want to get to the root of a murder, you have to look for the blacksmith who made the machete”
Poverty and hunger were created by man and they can be solved by man, but we rather make nuclear bombs and fund projects to mars while billions die in poverty and hunger. We have made the machete and have murdered our own people including innocent children.
uttkarsh_15The second one is surely the sign of ignited hatred . But the government and media is just glorifying Covid 19 cases for there own benefits. Sad reality. But your writeup truely Unveils the Situation like this ... More power to your pen ✍️