Aftab! If you are an Indian you are a shame. You better migrate to a land where only muslims are allowed to live and with the blessings of Allah treat their womenfolk as chattels. All backward societies resist reforms - some of them have been and will be reformed except your society. Hazrat Muhammad was one of the greatest reformers who transformed the ferocious barbarians of Arabia. Do you have an idea about the Arab society of the prophet's time? It was called aiyame jaheliat or the dark age. He risked his life to reform that society. Will anybody of your religion do like him today?
It is useless to argue with an ignoramous like Aftab who does not seem to have read the Quoran. His comments show that he is past reclaim - a lost case. He should be asked to improve his English if he can - it is not exploding a bomb or driving a dagger - one has to be civilized to use that language correctly. Moreover, the intemperate expressions show that logic is not his strong point.
A good write. Please send it to boloji. This website is mostly for mediocrities.
I must admire your tenacity. Why not use it for some other purpose, like chasing a cutie?
A good poem on death. How is this one?
DEATH
They came and said,
Poet, talk about death.
I told them
He is my most intimate friend
He is everywhere
In my every limb.
My heart beats to his rhythms
My blood flows to his pleasure.
He is always telling
Move, move on
Die every moment
Follow my momentum.
If you stop
And cling on to things
You will find
All your flowers are stale
All your rivers have lost their flow
Their beds are full of clay
And the stars are pale.
He also tells
Don't ever stop
Don't look back
Leave everything behind
That is aged, tired or stalled.
Like your cowboy
I always drive all
From age to age
From land to land.
I have followed life
Ever since it began to flow
Not allowing it to get lost
In a stagnant pond
Forever urging
Not to accept the bounds of its banks
But to meet the sea
Which is me.
The present
Wants to stay.
He wants to burden
With a lot of load
And he wants to swallow
Everything.
Like a giant overfed
He wants always to sleep -
But that is the end of all.
I am there to save
From this catastrophe
And lead everyone
To endless possibilities.
Transcreation of Poem No. 39 of 'Sheshsaptak' by Rabindranath Tagore.
Better suggest something to fight this evil. Personally what are you going to do to stop this bombing business?
A very unusual subject for a poem. In itself it is so prosaic that a poem written on it is least likely to succeed. Your attempt is foolhardy indeed and deserves kudos.
Why we need a Uniform Civil Code?
Aftab, my friend, will you take the trouble to visit the following links and let us know your reactions?
http://www.boloji.com/perspective/298.htm
http://www.boloji.com/society/170.htm
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