If I have a look into the past for a moment,
A vivid picture will flash in our eyes to our heart's content.
Then the women of the next doors used to assemble together,
To have a light recreation after the day's work is over.
They usually gathered for telling a tale or making fun,
At noon or in the evening sweet moments would have gone.
Sometimes they have seated in front of television,
With a view to watch feature film with a clear intention.
There was no local channel was available then,
But it was only for DD Seven.
Now look at the woman of today, we'll see a different picture
TV serial has grasped all sentiments rather than other feature.
Dance so, melody show, fashion show are being displayed ostentatiously,
In the name of family story TV serials are also showed up regularly.
There is no positive message in the story, only negetive reflection
Women have to stomach it irrespective of caste, creed and religion.
Serial means endless story and meaningless characters,
It goes episode to episode for the years.
No lesson is to learn to make solid relation,
Rather it shows how to break up bond of connection.
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Diary of Love
PoetryIt's my third story book of poetry. Love is the condition of solidarity. Love remains active, alive in the heart of a person who does not bear negetive attitude! In the fray of pure and holy relation, love demands no retribution. Love should be fair...