A short brave history of my land
Bravery, by far, is, someone said, the kindest word for
stupidity and how well is that said, for, when I rethought I rediscovered
something similar – if it is bravery and yet has gotten rid of stupidity, it is
not what it is, for, bravery is sympathetic and ugly enough to make you believe
you are good and that, all for nothing except plenty of mercy from the same
omnipotent unknown; so then, I say braves are the ones accoutered with sheer
dumb luck, which in turn, is for cowards who have nothing else to do but to
expostulate their cowardice except, when, a ‘gallant’ inscription bewitches them
and what else, the steep acclivity of pseudo victory is more than just obvious,
and more obvious are the poems, the plays, and the tear-at-last speeches for
the land reproduced from the history made bravely by the brave mustached kids who,
to quote brave historians, “roared” at the cannoned adversaries who could do
nothing but cut off their fluid and solid supplies including half of their
lives and lands, later on, when our braves shielded their lands with their
naked breasts and yet they ‘roared’ at them and rolled the stones down the
slope, the wisest thing ever done, so then, my brothers, how brave is our
history privileged to possess the braves in their lands and not-to-forget
you-know-on-which-row they drained their lives, and so the day is today the
consequence of the same is shoved off, not to mention, by their bravery to a land
where their bloods run shamelessly, deteriorating the milieu and inviting a
disaster repairing which is indeed a nightmare for even the wisest of us.
fawless
ReplyDeleteNICE!!!
ReplyDeleteyou are an excellent writer
ReplyDeletegreat one ranish. and i got the email of your work thank you
ReplyDeletethanx ashok. thanx jack
ReplyDeleteThis is so paradigmatic, so perfect!
ReplyDeletethank you so much priya
ReplyDeletethank you so much priya
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