<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=411372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stop Not These Tears…</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">do we have the right<br>to be called human<br>just because we know<br>how to conceal our nudity? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">do we have the right <br>to be called human<br>just because we can<br>translate our gibberish <br>thoughts into meaningful(?) words? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">do we have the right<br>to be called human<br>just because we mastered<br>the art of standing(?) on two legs? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">whoever named this natural<br>instinct all living organisms share<br>as love? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how misplaced is the emotion! <br>how misinterpreted is the emotion! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is it love if it craves so much bloodshed? <br>is it love if it doesn’t allow a young girl<br>her freedom to grow? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is there no way the young girl<br>of today be saved from the brutal<br>clutches of ‘love? ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to call these brutes animals<br>would make the animals rebel<br>animals don’t know how to <br>muddle themselves and kill their own<br>in the name of ‘love’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">o, god i humbly pray to you<br>please, please save this species<br>from ‘love’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">o, god<br>save our young girls from<br>the maniacs on rampage <br>in the name of ‘love’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lacerated young bodies<br>acid hurled faces<br>no longer can i see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no longer can i stand<br>witness to a young girl’s<br>body axed and shredded <br>to innumerable pieces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">o, god<br>please save us<br>pleaser save us<br>please…plea…se! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Attacking young school and college going girls with acid or axe or knife has become the order of the day. Yesterday was another incident where the maniac barged into the house and killed the parents on the spot and axed the girl for she refused his advances, in a small town- Rajahmundy in Andhra Pradesh, India. Each of these words are borne of my tears and flowed as tears…which proclaimed that there’s still something of human left in me…I don’t want to wipe these tears. It’s the way I pay for my guilt at standing a passive witness…let them flow…n fl…ow…and cleanse me and if they have the power, the world too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Indira+Babbellapati">Indira Babbellapati</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=411372" data-title="Stop Not These Tears… de Indira Babbellapati" data-description="do we have the right to be called human just because we know how to conceal our nudity? do we have the right to be called human just because we can translate our gibberish thoughts into meaningful(?) words? do we have the right to be called ..."></div> </div> </div>

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