London Targeted: Numbers Game If u want to filter out...why do you ask us to interact??

London Targeted: Numbers Game An eye for and Eye,
A tooth for a tooth.
If you break by kiosk
I will break your booth.

My God is God
And your is just the reverse.
Our children are God`s gift
Your`s are all perverse.

I am lost O God
Why was I born at this time?
Within this maddening crowd
I am looking for a Line.

Nichiro

London Targeted: Numbers Game An eye for and Eye,
A tooth for a tooth.
If you break by kiosk
I will break your booth.

My God is God
And your is just the reverse.
Our children are God`s gift
Your`s are all perverse.

I am lost O God
Why was I born at this time?
Within this maddening crowd
I am looking for a Line.

Nichiro

Advani in Karachi why filtering?

Advani in Karachi why filtering?

Advani in Karachi why filtering?

Advani in Karachi There is nothing pious about Advani`s visit to Pakistan.
He just wants to promote himself from a local politician to Global statesman before all hell breaks loose about 2nd rung politicians of BJP trying to usurp his seat.
Like all other politicians, his bag contains more colours to adorn (as the ocassion suits) than a chamelion.
Even before he sets foot back in India, his tune will change like Prez Musharraf`s tune changes with milage added to his travel ininary.

Hello Bina,
I sat tranced while reading your story and Kari killing for honour in Pakistan.

Your narration is too absorbing and true to its spirit.
Hoping to read all yourt works.
May God bless you in your Muhim.
Rgds
Nichiro


About atrocities by men on women, I am sending you my poem which CHOWK has not decided to post even after a week.


Mother Died Young


Even in death,
Her old face looked stern.
She was considered a terror
Even by tough men
Who ran the redlight districts.
They would think twice
Before crossing her path.
It was said ,
Pimps who withheld her
Rightfully earned money
Had disappeared .

But ,

In ``Ammijaan``as she was known
Every new victim found
A mother in her.
The girls would confide and trust her.
Her caresse on head
Or tired backs was enough
To bring instant relief and peace.

The girls felt naked
And without a friend
Now that she was dead.

``Open her Trunk`` ordered the police
A trunk she would let no one touch.
For over fifty years,
She had kept this secret from all.

People and girls thought
That she had a cache
Of gold in the trunk.
People stood still
No one was breathing.
The lock gave way with
Pounding of heavy blows.

There was a bundle of clothes,
Carefully tied by a pink ribbon.
Gingerly the bundle was opened,
It contained,
Dark brown stained frock,
The stains of dried blood
Fifty year old.

It was wrapped around a
Wooden doll.
And a sepia photograph
Of a twelve year old girl
wearing the same frock,
Clutching the same doll,
Was all the trunk contained.

Nichiro

3 Haikus Hello Zinnia,

Your meter of Haikus is wrong.
It should be 5,7,5 words or as in Japanese letters.

Nichiro

They Changed My God DM ji
Satpal Daang and his wife Vimla Daang are still very much respected couple not only in Amritsar but all over Punjab.
You are right about the directions.That has been one of the main reasons for the mess in which the communist movement is today in India.

pardesi
I agree with you.Our sikh leadership still doesnot consider it a point worth considering.

They Changed My God DM ji
Satpal Daang and his wife Vimla Daang are still very much respected couple not only in Amritsar but all over Punjab.
You are right about the directions.That has been one of the main reasons for the mess in which the communist movement is today in India.

pardesi
I agree with you.Our sikh leadership still doesnot consider it a point worth considering.