Acid attack is one of the most brutal social evils that still exist in our society. It is a reflection of male ego and patriarchy which is not able to deal with women being independent and having the right to make their own choices. The only way we can prevent this evil is by the enforcement of strict laws agaist acid attack and also by changing the mindset of society. It is time we teach all boys to revere women and respect their choices as well.
Fear is just an emotion. It can work in your favour or against it depending on what you make of it. Below I have composed a piece on 2 people - one who used fear to her advantage and the other who tried to run away from it. Hope you all like it!!
The caption is a Haiku (5 : 7 : 5) and the poem is a Shadorm a (3 : 5 : 3 : 3 : 7 : 5)
Šweet Dreams my Sweet ones couldn't thank everyone who shared their love and support on my Soul Quotes, will try to catch up tomo but just letting you know that how much your love means to me. Thank you so much ❤️ Much love :)
The moon , a poetic muse .... Nudged the quill , pleading it to spill , Some ink to sculpt , A masterpiece tonight . By weaving wonders , looking at the star spangled sky . And give him some rest , much needed respite .
A pair of eyes , Gazed deep into the Empyrean vast . Wondering in awe , As billion dots twinkled away . Suspended in the abyss , held by an unknown rein .
For once , the moon gave up its pride , For the sake of these luminous souls . That light up the night sky , Sitting right beside .
And thus , an ode was written , About the mystique and magic of a stars life . A sparkling ball of ethereal light , Burning slowly towards its ultimate demise .
A paradox , with a raging core And a halo soft . Living through million years , Hiding behind the day's curtain , Peeping out only when the night comes by .
And just as he thought , He was done for the night . A shooting star , with a blazing tail , Darting across , caught his eyes .
The splendor of the yonder , Beckoned him once again . As he sat with his quill , Ruminating about the shooting stars existence .
How wondrous he thought , that a piece of rock , Turned into a ball of fire and light . As it made its journey , Transcending from the space into earth's lap .
Each time a shooting star falls to ground , Hearts are crossed , wishes are made . Signifying renewal , a beginning afresh ...
Spring has long gone Autumn canopies are in solitude They are now barren and forlorn Trees have shedded all the leaves but one Last ship has started sailing towards its final destination Chilled Wintry gales pronouncing their severe mayhem Everything has come to a standstill Surreal world hued with bluish tinge Blankets of snow covering crest of lonely hills Everywhere , it's lifeless And cries are shrill Nevertheless , Today , I don't have any FEAR for myself Though the Sun is at the western horizon Moribund death cannot conquer my uplifted spirit It's at its utmost zenith I've entangled my life with words Through poesies I inhale fresh air O past , let me breathe spontaneous.