Everywhere we see the glaring images of people groaning in pain, incessant scenes of confusion, bloodshed, personal tragedy of families and so on. ...
A view of greenery, The silence of nature, But there is nothing “Natural” about this scene. Instead of chirping, All we hear is the hissing of the burning tyres. It is a scene after a serial blast. As time progresses we can hear the lower tones Of humans moaning out of pain. It is a scene of death. A murder of human spirit. A murder of humanity. A murder of the democratic spirit;
Anything-aspiring equality; Anything inspiring truth; Or striking the soul for a change: Why is violence sought out? Why is it seen as the means to attaining Equality? Is “Bloodshed” the means to a fair end? Why is the act of disillusioned humans regarded as ‘glory’ by groups?