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Majnun's Layli

Once upon a time in the mystic land Of mountains, forests and caravans, A tale was woven to be told beyond lives Of two people from different tribes. There was Qais, naughty and flamboyant A rebel heart, pure soul, misunderstood Apple of his father's eyes. Pampered rotten he would often Refuse to take his lessons. There was Layli, beautifully gracious Chieftain's daughter, always obedient Eager to learn, eager to know She joined the lessons Where Qais would go. A strict teacher, two young souls Eyes met in a recognition age-old. Beyond this story, beyond this time They knew each other in realms divine; As if their book of love Was written beyond Time. Punished by the teacher, they would run, Qais took her hand and led her to fun. He would often sit alone and stare At the mountains, beyond the village At the river, forests and foliage. Intrigued by the lesson from him Layli forgot the classroom limits. The mountain called, the river sang As Layli in the meadows danced. Soon

Abhaya Shakti

The city was dark even in the shimmering lights, Almost like it was evening at midday. The rain poured incessantly Like someone cried from the skies above. She watched the crowd, Amidst the cloud and downpour, Looking frantic in joy Cheering for an idol That was quite a lookalike. They chanted Mantras, Offered the best of fruits Paid their respects, hands folded Yet she sighed unimpressed. She turned her back to the crowd, Walked away from the light, Into the darkest alley Of a city that barely survives. Hungry eyes asking for help, Homes washed away, identity at stake. A teardrop blurred her Kohl drawn eyes, As she turned again in a corner That led to an end. There stood silhouettes Of tortured souls wailing; Grasping at her, hoping. Young, old, rich, poor, Every soul tormented by touch; She, who is Justice Stood shocked and helpless at first; Anger and agony aligned, As She knelt before them Weeping in despair, asking questions, Could she help those who waited for Her? Was it to

Borders of Humanity

What is the sky over your head like? Is it the same as mine? Are your trees this green too? Do they turn brown under autumn's blue skies? Are the waters of your pond this calm? Is the grass greener on your side? Are your rains too, as beautiful as mine? Are your villages too often attacked, looted and plundered? Are your homes too unsafe like mine? Then what is it that separates you and me? Why do they keep saying we are different? Your sufferings are the same as mine. Homeless at home, doubted for our patriotism They keep saying you are the enemy. Once I had hidden for a night in fear, As one of yours entered our village. They said our people did the same To your homes and women. Why did I see his eyes were as bewildered as mine? When will all this stop? Gunshots and plunder? When will we see the open sky again? It's been days since I stepped out. The war never stops, man fights man Carnage happens over caste and creed "Yours is not better than mine." Countries fig

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