THE DEAD MEAT’s STORY

Posted by: thegreenyogi

There,
Since a flowers has been blossoming and a drop of blood dropped. The life has been like a hell completely and most incompletely a tragedy life. It cannot be said whether I made this like as it is going on or god made me do so. Mysteriously, life is passing on and I am walking by the side of it as a lame. Do I know everything? Or just I am ignoring all the things which I know. I thought and had a wish to write many things both good and bad, happy and sad stories. But I don’t think I will be capable or am capable of writing it. Coz years have passed and I am there just alone standing. In fact crawling to get up and stand straight to fight over this world. To get revoluted and to revolute this world. It is there, a courage of Hope. I hate it calling a hope. Rather said it cowardness. Yes there won’t be a better word than this. I think I have been and had been made as coward. A word without meaning and a meaningless definition. Ya, it is like a meaningless song without music and a book without words and letter. It’s like a blank page. No smell of Power and just a rotten dream. It can be called as a cruelty of humankind to next human blood. A Person without a breathe. Indeed A DEAD MEAT’s STORY.

THE DEAD MEAT’s STORY was last modified: January 8th, 2009 by thegreenyogi
 

Blog Comments

  1. thegreenyogifan

    greenyogi ji,
    ma aru ko blog napadhe pani tapai ko blog regular padhchu. tapai dimag ghumaune blog lekhnu huncha yar. tara ramro chha.

    sale regular reader, muji english bujhdainash bhane ja school ja sale. bewakuf crappy piece bhanchas.

  2. thegreenyogi

    to,
    1. regular reader,
    Sorry! my articles are like that only. now in that case i can’t explain it to like a to z. nyway… happy blogging.

    2.Coward ji,
    thank u coward ji… naam brave rakhe hunthyo ta mitra. hehe

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