Being liberal, being free, and being biased in media, the difference.
Book Review- 'Poetry out and loud' by Sujata Parashar

sounded just right when the hardcore, scientific process of evaluation
was based on strong and positive sense of imagination”.
In a boat without oars! , If you go deep you will totally agree with the message given in it. These lines speaks the conclusion of the poem-
your heart feel the love exactly in the way a mother feels for his
child. I just loved this poem.
Backed by Her own faith,
It actually a introvert girl who was called as ‘ugly beautiful girl’ as people thought that she was ugly form her outer looks but nobody saw her gorgeous heart and at last, love came vanishing to prove her beauty in the language of wind and at last she found that she was beautiful, It also proved one of my quote “Your outer looks are the glasses but your inner one is your mirror"
Osama bin laden “The Satan’s son”.

The Downtrodden
It’s not about only the slums
It’s where every poor comes
It’s not about poverty it’s about heart
Today’s millionare became so smart
Care is a word of some socialite
Where the middle-classed stance split
Struggling with politics of workforce
The condition becomes more worse
When BiG shots use them as slaves
Still not fencing their huts and caves
Which breaks and sometimes drown
the flood pour or drizzle comes down
sleeping on the footpath in a winter night
only philanthropist understand their plight
some wash the cars some polish the shoes
some aids us but we never look at their bruise
we make, movies on them and promises
not a single fulfilled of all the noises
Don’t give sympathy only,it’lln’t sway
It is empathy that’ll give anguish a ray
Rise above your senses and think
What can happen in just a blink
Valentine Day-Lost meaning of Love

A REQUEST OF LOVE
Miles ahead the life goes on
For myself the deep odds I withdrawn
Frustrated from the mundane
you don't know, am going insane
Your love spined a wound so deep
Why your memories lit in sleep
Now, when everything is all over
But every time when I lay on pullover
The thoughts of only yours come in mind
I don't know how my heart still hopes that I’ll find
My destination of love, that’s you
Indeed, the beautiful were the days of blue
Still not ended that smoldering pain
hold it always or make anguish in vain
'cause the Pure Truth is lowed down 'neath a cage
and you never understood it neither in this stage
When everything seems lie and glitz prevails
Flamboyance is in the air and the true beauty fails
I request, please give my heart back to me
Or I die, please listen to my plea.







