Akhand Singh

The world is full of hypocrites, selfish and cruel people; moreover as we are moving along with the new century all we have explored is more of evil and darkness in ourselves. Recent rape, molestation, murders and homicides suggests that we are on the edge of breaking out each and every single cell of goodness in ourselves.

Our elders no longer knows the difference between right and wrong, good and bad, and between what needs to be endured and what shouldn’t be endured. Society has already collapsed. I am not saying this just being the youngster, I believe I really have an old soul and a one which is determined, the one that knows that whatever is morally right today should have been morally right through all the decades in past. Crimes and partialities against race, caste, culture and gender should have always been severely punishable.

It’s a simple question: “whose dad died and made you the head to decide if you can slave someone? you can molest someone and rape someone?”

Disturbed by recent rapes and molestations around the world, my heart has been feeling the sorrow of the people and I pour down the thoughts on here.

 

Hindi version:

 

एक लहू के रंग के हैं , तुम और मैं
एक ही शहर के , एक ही देश के हैं , तुम और मैं
इंसानियत के चलते फिरते एक ही भेष में हैं , तुम और मैं

 

पर फिर क्यूँ तुम मेरा बलात्कर करते हो ?
जानवरों से बत्तर मुझसे वेह्वार करते हो ?
क्या मुझे हक नहीं है इज्जत से जीने का ?

खवाब है मेरे भी कुछ
जिम्मेदारियां है और जरूरतें भी हैं
इन डरी सहमी आँखों में आजादी से जीने की एक चाहत भी है

एक लहू के रंग के हैं , तुम और मैं
पर फिर क्यूँ तुम मेरा बालात्कार करते हो ?
जानवरों से बत्तर मुझसे वेह्वार करते हो ?
क्या मुझे हक नहीं है इज्जत से जीने का ?

 

 

English Version:

 

We have the same color of blood, you and me.
We are from the same city, the same country, you and me.
We walk wearing the same guise of humanity, you and me.

 

But then why do you rape me?
Why do you treat me like an animal?
Don’t I deserve to live with dignity?

I have few dreams.
I have few responsibilities as well as few requirements.
And these scared, nervous eyes have a wish to live in freedom.

We have the same color of blood, you and me.
But then why do you molest me?
Why do you treat me like an animal?
Don’t I deserve to live with dignity?

 

 

 

~ An Empty Glass