shinyindeedDearie, I am overjoyed because this is not the kind of Gold that vain Indians are obsessed with, making us world‘s biggest importer of Gold.. This is pure 24-carat Gold, that they earned because they deserved, of course, not just by reaching the stage of representing the nation, but by striking Gold..
I'm the human to trust the human. But marks of their actual never changed & I'm talking with my soul in these words. I stood for hope & help but the drama of the actual sweat is so poisons. I felt hands on my neck .i sense the needy in their eyes. And I contact my blood for strength but the weakness of her lazy cut down and dropped. & people from where was suddenly up on me & I was dragged into the dark. & my strength of infinity turn zero with the force I felt like I'm a dead sheep but the crime of cruel of all four were hungry ready to rip me into the deep & I begged but not with my mouth but the tears of rivers but the sold their dead brains. Ripped me in every corner & needy of individual Forgot me to leave me alive but press of hands turned me as un-breath left lost. Yes I'm dead but still they never stopped punishing my body I'm dead for hours but they didn't stopped . Suddenly I found my body nowhere as my soul flipped to left then I seen huge smoke with big fire & the degrees of high heat not allowed me to cross get close but my skin stared pealing into the dark.. blood into mud.... Bones into break.... . Head into shard.... Face into slice.... I'm watching me as dead for doing nothing . I learned one thing from this world I took born to get rapped I been education which can't help. I been voted the leader just to share my story. In reality Notting can fix me. Me as women I have to suffer where ever I'm ... Rallys of candles.. Huger stomach .... Tears of pain Notting works..... Sorry I'm just a few days story. Later I'm no where until next crime #rapeculture#abuse#metoo#rapist#rapists#influencers .. . .
A star died today I was a witness, It did end with an aplomb Sparkling in golden, Streaking along the dark sky With flecks of gold dust; And for a split of a second It felt, as if it owned, That whole damn space For that moment forever; As if it was not star-crossed Falling to its own death. Yes, it was grandeur indeed. They call it a shooting star Upon which wishes prosper; All your ardent dreams come true Do you know, if it's true? Witnessing it with my eyes own A star dying; should I atone? So I wonder Whether in awe and shock Should I wish for myself Upon the dying star Or mourn its loss As it breathed it's last.