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between the hammer and the anvil....


The flying fortresses are hovering round the sky with an eye for a kill.
The air is diffused and there is no Sun in the sky.
No sign of the romantic moonlight too.
The nocturnal rose couldnot hold her head high.
Few demented people are screaming,running frantically on the streets.What they want?
The police and theives like the cat and mice.

The swansong is playing?And time for the change.
Change means fight for the sake of communalism,killing of the new borns,
killing the creed or so,the history pages are vivid.

I washed my face,am I some bullshit!
I tasted blood.
Whose blood?The slained Muslim's or the raped,strangled Hindu Mother's?

The change is being promised.
The work-forces and their clandestine agenda will lead us into the void,
we have the deadliest weapons to petrify an entire race.

Philanthropist says,"Politician's got on his jogging shoes,he must be running for office, got no time to lose".
The change is being promised.

P.S. :-the title is taken from a song and the rest is some underpainted picture conceived in my mind....i don't know...

Comments

Anonymous said…
stunning likhechs bhai....devrup jyoti
February 2, 2009 at 7:48 PM
Urchin said…
toke dedicate korlam bhai....;)
February 2, 2009 at 8:16 PM
ICEMAN said…
Just awesome man...Keep it up!!
February 4, 2009 at 12:31 AM
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