Essays of a Wandering Mind!
In a fit of rage, I was!
With no one to reflect it upon,
With a rage burning within,
I turned to face the object of my distress – me!
I took a vase and hurled it at the mirror.
And with a crash it came down.
Cried I to it – “Break down you coward“
The mirror seemed to reflect my senses – it cried back!
Why is it, that,
Caste ridden society can never progress
Yet no society has known to be sans-caste?
Why is it, that,
A man is tongue tied seeing his beloved
When they are meant to chit-chat for eternity?
Why is it, that,
Men need borders to keep organized
Whilst the heart roams scot-free?
Just a thought which occurred to me while going through a magazine which described the killing of thousands of Fowls during the Bird Flu attack…