If I would have been in place of Newton and the apple would have fallen on my head. I would probably start relating the fall with science and real life incidents like what came across my mind right here
The hands that heal shouldn't shiver, The white coats shouldn't turn red . The recent dilemma , history will always remember, For the god on Earth faced the dread !
It was a matter of great dilemma that the representatives of God were forced to take measures like strikes , protests and candle marches. They aren't real gods but a true representative of the almighty. Sometimes things aren't under their control. Let's take walk in their shoes for a while and check ourselves.
Working hard relentlessly after 10th grade to sit for Competitive entrance examinations in 12th. After many hardworks and trials they finally get a college of their dreams. Then toiling each day in college for more than 5 years. Mugging up the compositions of thousands of medicines which you couldn't even spell properly. Achieving the bachelor's degree and again competing in exams to get the masters. They finally turn up to be polished diamonds from the crowd of coal. Years of labour and sacrifice is what it costs to get it. It's not just a mere degree , it's a fruit of their relentless labour.
After all this when they stand in front of you as a confident doctor , you reluctantly question the amount of fees they charge. You blame them , assault them, harass them if one operation turns out to be unsuccessful inspite of knowing the fact that it's your carelessness and lack of awareness that brought you to that critical state.
The greatest irony is that our society can approach exorcists and priests and then if they fail , they would declare it as the will of God . But when it comes to doctors they would be eveready to fire the entire medical fraternity.
We aren't the saviours like them but at least we can join our hands together and understand them. Let's not force them to strikes and protests. Let's be their support and walk hand in hand . Let's be the ice to the fire. For the flame of a candle doesn't takes time to turn into a burning outcry !
The healing hands should no more shiver, The history should get something better to remember. The white coats will always be stainless, Only if we try our best to support them relentless .
Trotting in the street filled with many lively people Having an incredible company of friends A friendship which was supposed to never end Walking down home from tuition Seemed like a joyful affair in their company Until I met my frightening destiny A splash on my face A gush on my hair I couldn't understand where did my skin disappear I was burning in pain Shocked in disdain The crowded place seemed like hound of lames They came... they went But in dreadful state to the hospital I was sent Before I could understand what happened to me I opened my eyes... but wasn't able to see The skin flowed like melted ice Just that..it left a burning pain for my demise Operations after operations I underwent But the lovely face flew with time's kent Just a matter of few seconds Turned my life upside down But after the surgery I never frowned Justice ! Revenge ! Ban acid sale ! Was my dream with no more gale Today I stand as a confident girl For it's not face , it's the will power that swirls
Acid attacks are seeming to be very frequent inspite to so many campaigns. The attack nevertheless affects the life of the survivor brutally but when they rise they can never be pulled down. We as writers are supposed to use the power of words to bring a change. Candle marches and poster shows aren't going to help anymore. Let's come together and stop the acid sale for there's never a fire without a small flame.
But when it comes for being one, we are always divided. When there is a floor, tsunami or any disaster there are hashtags, posts and donation but when it comes to Northern states we are no where to be seen. Same happened when there was flood in Assam and now when it is in Bihar.
The Auspicious day of 15th August will be marked with the Independence day of India and Raksha bandhan ( the hindu festival to celebrate the love of brother- sister bond)
So here we are back with our YouTube #words&voice Contest for the month of August to celebrate the INCREDIBLE CULTURE OF INDIA . Writers from all across the globe are invited to explore the Indian culture and its beauty via poetry / prose / article/ songs/ dance / photography / painting/ sketches or any form of art.
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A flower untouched fell for that soulful touch Wriggled in between the fingers pressed Lost into the seventh heaven to the fragrance deep inhaled Petals falling shy to that passionate kiss placed A prick of the thorn and his hands were in blood stains With jerk the hands he withdrew in pain To the loneliness the flower confined again But lived with memories of that moment gained Never again to be expressed feel With radiant smile, the love it sealed Puzzled it bloomed still thinking Was it an eternity's blessing Whatever it was, it was a drop of honey spread over a burning soul.