These are very common phrases, we hear today, suits very well to the ear, who doesn’t know the meaning lying inside of it hidden truth!
From ancient times, it has been in practice,
In Indian history, Bimbisaragot area of Kashi, by marrying princess of kosala. Akbar Got kingdoms by marrying jodhabai. And who said only India has this phenomena. In 1661 the king of Portugal gave Bombay, to Charles II Of England as dowry when he married the formers’ sister!
It’s not men, but women also actively participate in this play.
It’s been long, Days have been worse, I started with hope, now blurry.
This sea and ship, I believed, was mine. So I declared, to ride this tide.
How far, should I go? When this voyage is uncertain, And the storms are determined: To show their majesty.
Should I return back? As dark clouds are extinguishing, any hope of light. Wearing costumes of: a horror ghost, This little fear of death, dances inside me.
Should I wait? For these wind to calm. This cold air freezing me into white.
Hands, shall I pray! For God, “to come”, “save me”.
“What’s this! “, “I hear a voice! “ : Despair and dare can’t go side by side! I came to this journey, by my choice. Known of: what; how things can go.
This unmounted mountain of struggles, I were aware.
I came with zeal of exploration.
I accepted!
All that comes, On this way, To see that side, I started,me sailing for. Yes, I bow, to his mighty, But i will play with all my might. Yes, I pray, to the God, But to thank, for giving me chance.
Mother, o mother! Why work thee, day and night; without sleep! Why thy rest not, in sick or plight! Why father blames you, for what you done not! Mother, o mother!
Why hide thou tears, from others! Why thee not complain your bothers! Why not shout at brother, who grins and shouts; no matter, where! Mother, o mother!
Why not aunt, washes her clothes! Why not grandmother, does her chores! I feel thou victim, thee not realised, Or is it because, thou are a ‘mother’! Mother, o mother!
I put a complain,who made my mother! Who gives love, never receives! I dare challenge, who shames my mother! Who saves each, never gets saved. Mother, o mother!
Look at thee, thou are the queen, an empire can be built; a kingdom destroyed, Do you know not; The power thy have.
Amazed was I, when I met, this creativity,this masterpiece:
He was wearing it carefully: as a multi-dollar brand. Brown pattern of dirt, washed in mud; Scratches,Zig-zagged; making beautiful patterns. Ah! A rainbow shoe! Two ‘C’ shaped ribbons, criss-crossed: red and blue. Collars rugged, like modern jeans! Sole, just like a birds nest, Made from different twigs; enough to support;
Who cares, when it was bought, All matters it has brought; Safety to house, love to home. That’s what’s about, A FATHER’S SHOE!
This monsoon, reminds me of you; Holding hands, dancing; The midway road, me and you. A table, acoustic, romance; me and you. Continuous singing song of melody, Touching strings of nerves like never before. Feeling this warmth of calmness, flowering in my senses, all of you. Droplets caressing my face,wiping tears of memories; me and you. From fingers to every part; body and soul. This monsoon is all about you.
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