Do you know Duishen
Do you know that teacher?
Do you know that red bearded man
Who raped that poor girl Altheina.
You don't know!
Oh then go and read it
Go & read how popler trees grow
Cuz then only you will know.
Do you know her?
The soul of Blackmoor.
Pure Tess D'urberville
Who was raped & loved
And betrayed and killed.
Do you know her?
No you don't
Then go and read it
Only then yoj will know.
Do you know Iago?
That destroys the lives of othello,
(The victoriouse moor) and Desdemona and Cassio.
Oh! You have heard of it.
But wait! What!! have not read
Oh you fool go & read it.
Then only you will know ,
How pitiful the words are
How precious they can be.
How powerful they are
How poisonous tjey can be.
Do you know Nadia Murad.
That young yashied girl.
Who felt all the suffers
And threw them out in words
... While fighting......
Fighting for the sake of women
Fighting for the rights
Figgting against descrimination
Fighting for life.
Do you know Lavinia
I bet you should know
The lover of Mateland
Now a name of a solid land.
Though they belonged to different nations.
Though they belong to different classes.
Though they differ from their skin colours.
They loves so passionately, that the seperarion killed them both.
Go and read that story
And then only you will know
That love has no boundaries
Called cast, creed and la(o)w
Never care the nationality
Never care the language
Never care the Religion
But care the man within.
Read child!! you have to read it
Then you will know the suffers
The stories of pain.
Stories on generations
On what they had gained
Written in different languages
Written by different minds
Written by different colours
Written by one heart.
Written by prince and paupers
Written in different languages
Written by different ages
Written in different periods.
Though they differ so differently
They contain one heart
A heart of a human
A heart with the art.......
By Dini Kal
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Poetry by Dini Kal
Poetry~>poetry<~ a ureka moment that words blends with your interlectuallity, and creates a fine piece of art. I love the burning in the botttom of my heart that comes out whenever I'm getting poetic ideas................... Don't forget to leave a comme...
