Ears on heartbeats,
hands on breath,
Her unborn is awake, a
day who shines!
The age to come shalt
not go in vain,
Mother’s love unrestricted in coming time!
Ears on heartbeats,
hands on breath,
Her unborn is awake, a
day who shines!
The age to come shalt
not go in vain,
Mother’s love unrestricted in coming time!
An AYE for an AYE, for likes of AI,
Would ne’er make World go blind;
Wrecked shouldn’t sulk, rather be rebuilt,
Lonely spherical cloud thus can smile.
AI less, for who long(ed) evermore,
Dilated Leaders, Insiders insecure!
Like rats in well too deep, sans thoughts,
For, to push away sentient AI & Robots!
The bushes on fire across the wall,
Flames not high; but smoke standing tall;
Was heat on ground or a matchbox stick?
That couldn’t resist, even concrete bricks.
The spirits within or above who roam,
One’s walking, others floating for the home;
Awaiting to be pushed or pulled in pursuit,
With fire, mud or ice, diverging roads in woods.
Understanding Philosophy
behind JAUH via Caste-Census & Does It Contradict Itself!
What exactly is JAUH (Jitni Abadi Utna Haq)? And what if the proponents of the same in India; suggest such similar propositions to be implemented in USA/UK/Islamic Nations/Christian Homelands/Communist lands today as well amidst Globalization? What would be the implications? All herein below:
There was a time, years, decades back, when
none cared about Tripura elections; until recently. Be it anything in
the North-East - > elections or celebrations or riots; everything went
unheard somehow, until recently; that today, even the by-polls are 24/7 discussed
by the mainstream, citing national implications. Thus, seems the philosophical
minds of North-East+ (be it Assam or Tripura or Manipur or the rest)
wanted someone to bring their issues to Delhi (not to be merely heard but also
to be resolved), and thus elected accordingly; not ending up
philosophically contradicting themselves!
When Delhiites
The
journey of G-8 to G-7 to G-String to G-Spot,
Or
another BRICS on the Wall of tetra QUAD;
The
OIC (O I C) you at midnight, my community,
Amidst gulags or terror wars, we’ll love each other, no worries!
Mere induction of manpower,
Or an assemblage of cultures;
Maybe mere representation,
Be it of deer or of vultures.