chords of my heart

                                         Again and again i am ashamed,                                          for being raped and being famed.                                          I am born as a girl,a lovely daughter,                                          i am then torn as a joke, a laughter.                                          I see myself and forget to smile,                                          the hurts are deep,deeper than the nile.                                          I burn in a fire that melts my soul,                                          my body remains in this flamed world.                                          I need to accept i am, for being a girl,                                          bruised and cursed, a worn material.                                          I rise from the flames unswallowed,                                          and realise my feet firm and strong.                                          I am now a wo

Oh dear mosquito have you no sense? why do you bite with so much intense? learn to be at peace in a country like ours where ahimsa is ghandhi and ghandi is ours. My blood for you, too precious a meal, to watch you feed on me with so much zeal, i am not a useless lifeless peice of flesh, you prick and hurt and i would blush You hurt little children and feel too bold, you show your skill on the weak and old you ought to be ashamed and not proud, you are a curse to the whole world so blessed are the butterflies, they inspre the big and the small, poets and writers on their wings fly, on their beauty and life all do envy. so should you oh! dear mosquito be loved and envied by all self-realization may be your goal re-incarnate to a better soul. .