And She Bravely Fought
A drop of blood
Fell on the mud
As she shed a lone tear
Her body dropped as she was,
Lead out of the door
And soon like the others
She was no more
Her family was torn apart
War and bloodshed ripped,
Apart every kind heart
The people were beaten,
Cut and whipped
Until from every man at least,
A drop of blood dripped.
Every day pain and torture,
Suffered she
Until her heart was filled with misery.
Every day she prayed to thee
That one day her country,
Would be free
Then finally come the fateful day
When the forces clashed,
In the month of may.
A warrior entered on a white horse
Standing tall admit the lying corpse
The way he fought,
The way he walked,
Gained admiration among people’s thoughts.
Praised was he for his kind eyes and smiles
His bravery was known for miles and miles
He was known as a legend
To make history
However to everyone
His face was a mystery
Finally towards the end of the May
The battle was to end that day
A hundred soldiers charged at him
But he fought he way
Through thick and thin
All of a sudden the battle stopped
All of a sudden his armour dropped
Everyone let out a gasp
For it was a WOMAN
Under man’s mask
Her lovely long blonde hair
With her eyes made a perfect pair
Before she hit the ground
She said
“Fight for freedom until you all are dead”
Her eyes held sorrow, grief and pain
As she remembered the enemy’s chain
The chain of pain and suffering, they had caused
Until every good man’s life was lost
A drop of blood
Fell on the mud
As she shed a led a lone tear
Her body dropped as she was led out of the door
As soon as the others
She was no more.
By Tamanna
UNSAID
The battle for us, the mere act of getting out of bed
The mere thought of facing the day fills us with dread
We shuddered anticipating of what might be ahead
May be it's because of the memories we embed
Not the good ones, but the one which filled us with gloom instead
It was the optimist in us which misled
And the emptiness that lurked every corner of our mind we had fed
The sight of light made us fled
Keeping happiness at bay, we had sped
Dissatisfaction with everything is what our hearts had overfed
Our minds and souls grew as fragile and breakable as thread
May be it was the atmosphere of positive vibes we had shred
May be it was the devil's path on which we had tread
Or it was the devil in us that we had nourished and bred?
Mind's skepticism made our hearts bled
Bled peculiarly,
Peculiarly in deep red
Darkness swiveled and stopped and settled and and spread
Allowance and denial's contradiction in us was widespread
The mood swings went up and down like a sled
We took an accidental turn to the passage of melancholy we had head
The genuine sentiments in us we had behead
There were expressions in us that people read and remained UNREAD
There were emotions in us which are read and remained UNDEAD
Those entities had us destroyed which were said and remained UNSAID...
By- Tamanna
BE THE PEACE OF THE WORLD
Since the day of our birth
We have hoped for peace on earth
wars and conflicts make people sad
Hurting others is really bad
When wars and conflicts totally cease
In our world, there shall be peace
People must learn to get along
Not blame others, for being wrong
Peace is something we all seek
Without it we feel weak
Peace is something we mutually share
For it is just, and always fair
Since it is rooted deep inside
With our peace, we are closely tied
When we find it, peace is sweet
It shall make our life complete
Peace brings us Tranquility
With much needed- Stability
Sense of quiet and goodwill
Peace is serene and very still
Conscious enlightenment, ultimate goal
Living life to the fullest, being whole
Knowledge shall help one understand
That inner peace is truly grand
For peace to happen we cannot fight
Help each other and be polite
When there's a problem, let's just talk
Sometimes peace just needs a walk
Peace on earth will surely grow
Might be tough, might be slow
Each of us, love must send
For peace to prosper and war to end.
So,
Good it is to receive peace from the world
Better it is to give peace to the world
Best by far the Best
It is to be the PEACE of the world!!!!!
THE REVENGE STORY
His name was Buford Pusser and his righteous journey to avenge his wife.
For most of his life, Pusser made his career in public service. Before he was a police officer, Pusser served as a Marine who later enjoyed a brief stint as a popular wrestler in Chicago. His tall frame and large build earned him the nickname “Buford the Bull” in the ring. In Chicago, he met his future wife, Pauline, and they got married two years later. The couple moved to Pusser’s hometown in McNairy County, Tennesse, where Pusser quickly rose through the ranks of local law enforcement. He was elected chief of police and constable, and later he was elected county sheriff at just 27 years old — making him the youngest sheriff ever elected in Tennessee history. The young sheriff was fearless and wasted no time cracking down on mafia activity, concentrating on the state border between Tennessee and Mississippi, which was controlled by two separate gangs: the Dixie Mafia and the State Line Mob. The mob gangs made a lot of money off their illegal production of moonshine, so Pusser’s crackdown was obviously not appreciated. By 1967, Pusser had survived countless assassination attempts, killing several of the hitmen who tried to take him out. He was a local hero to the public, but he became a prime target for the increasingly desperate mob.
Things changed forever on Aug. 12, 1967, when his wife, Pauline, decided on a whim to accompany him to investigate a roadside disturbance. A car pulled up alongside theirs and suddenly opened fire. Pusser suffered a severe injury to his jaw but survived; his wife, however, was killed. Stricken with the guilt over his wife’s death at the hands of a mob hit — Pusser was most likely the only intended target — Pusser cracked down on crime even harder than before. He publicly named his four assassins and Kirksey McCord Nix Jr., the leader of the Dixie Mafia, as the mastermind behind the hit that killed his wife. Although Nix never saw justice for Pauline Pusser’s murder — though he was later sentenced to life in prison for ordering the murder of a Mississippi circuit court judge — the other assassins involved in the murder of Pusser’s wife mysteriously dropped dead one by one.
Rumors circulated that Pusser had organized hits on the mafia members to avenge his wife. But because there was no evidence to tie him to the deaths personally — and possibly because nobody was going to prosecute Pusser for avenging his murdered wife — Pusser was never charged for the killings.
UNSAID
The battle for us, the mere act of getting out of bed
The mere thought of facing the day fills us with dread
We shuddered anticipating of what might be ahead
May be it's because of the memories we embed
Not the good ones, but the one which filled us with gloom instead
It was the optimist in us which misled
And the emptiness that lurked every corner of our mind we had fed
The sight of light made us fled
Keeping happiness at bay, we had sped
Dissatisfaction with everything is what our hearts had overfed
Our minds and souls grew as fragile and breakable as thread
May be it was the atmosphere of positive vibes we had shred
May be it was the devil's path on which we had tread
Or it was the devil in us that we had nourished and bred?
Mind's skepticism made our hearts bled
Bled peculiarly,
Peculiarly in deep red
Darkness swiveled and stopped and settled and and spread
Allowance and denial's contradiction in us was widespread
The mood swings went up and down like a sled
We took an accidental turn to the passage of melancholy we had head
The genuine sentiments in us we had behead
There were expressions in us that people read and remained UNREAD
There were emotions in us which are read and remained UNDEAD
Those entities had us destroyed which were said and remained UNSAID...
H.O.P.E.-HOLD.ON.PAIN.ENDS.
She was so disheartened and depressed. A leading archer of India was lying on the bed just before a week to the Olympics. Rita Dixit, a leading sports personality of India, met with a severe accident on the way to the airport. Her flight was about to depart when her taxi got hit by a fast-moving truck near the airport. After 18 hours, when she woke up, she saw that she was lying on a hospital bed. Soon she got to know what had happened with her. She started crying with tears rolling down her cheeks when she was informed about her broken legs. She asked if she could ever walk again, but her doctor replied negatively. She broke down from inside. She thought that her life was of no use now, but her family and friends continued to motivate her; they were very supportive. But her condition didn't improve. Her parents sent her to antidepression classes, spent quality time with her, and invited her friends to their home. But their continuous efforts made no change in her health. Then, at last, when everybody had lost hope, Rita's sister came up with a great idea. She went to her sister and told her the latest happenings and then asked her to wake up early the next morning because she was going to take her somewhere. Unwillingly, Rita said yes. The next day she took Rita to an academy of Archery for the specially-able people. When she asked her sister, why had she brought her there, she said smiling," Sister, you are a talented archer, and the whole world knows this. You cannot lose hope. This accident was your destiny. You have to move on, and start practicing for the next Paralympics. We all know you can do it. You are an inspiration for everyone. Please join this academy and start practicing. An accident cannot stop you from achieving your dream." Hearing this, Rita thought that her sister was right; a small accident cannot be claimed as a failure. She needs to move on and work hard to achieve success and fame.
She thanked her sister and said, "Thanks sister, I will surely not let you down. I will join this academy and practice hard for the next Paralympics and make my family & country proud." Rita had 3 years to practice for the Paralympics. She practiced day & night to fulfil her dream. Then finally, the day of selection for the Indian archery team for Paralympics came. By the luck and tough practice she was selected in the team. She happily went to the Paralympics. She qualified the semi-finals but her finale was with one of the best archers in the world. She was quite nervous but she soon remembered her sister's words. She thought that she should not lose hope. With great determination and willpower, she beat her opponent. When she returned to India with a gold medal, on the airport a huge crowd of people were waiting for her arrival. In the press conference, when she was asked about her success mantra, she simply said, “Never lose hope. Hope is 'HOLD ON PAIN ENDS'."
THE END
Thank you
By Tamanna
MAGIC
You may not believe in magic
But don't you think it's strange
The amount of matter in universe
Has never slightly changed
That all which makes your body
Was once part of something more
And every breath you breathe
Has seen it all before
There are countless scores of beauty
In all the things you despise
It could once have been a shooting star
That now makes up your thighs
And atoms of forgotten life
Who have long ceased to roam
May now have the great honor
To call your crooked smile their home
You may not believe in magic
But I thought you should know
The making of your heart were born
Billions of years ago
So next time you feel lonely
When this world makes you feel small
Just remember it's part of you
And you're part of it all