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Tides Aghaste
Chilling/curdling the innocent/timid blood with terror might have become the pressing trend with this rising cult,but not new rather put to habit everywhere and all the time since time immemorial.But every time this leaves the world wounded,diseased and petrified. Whom should we blame,whom should we mend? Whom should we cite as example before the misled? Is or is not something behind all these,and if it is, is it itself the system or against this eternal perpetuation? Does it happen to be answers to the questions prevailing since before or just rising questions from the pond of petrified answers?It is no doubt at work but our numbness and mumbling are just remarkable! Note it,nobody is to be credited as a saviour of any one.neither I nor you! The mass getting butchered ever and everywhere belong to no nation as like their butchers. Everyone here surrounding the fire pretends to be eager to put the fire off, but in fact enjoys the rush,the loot,the shout, the smoke,the flare till the devastation is complete. Then only sense returns to count the bodies, to move the half dead and at last to cry for the missed and the lost! Still,droplets of blood, shed or bled to save the dignity of the same is just the ink-divine,to ascribe words in glory of the heaven. Ignoring the ignoble noise, and consigning the heart-breaking debris to forgetfulness,the subsequent resounding silence without support from no one walking or talking engages itself rebuilding all that is lost till another tide of dehumanization returns!
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