My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

Ryesen.................

"We" see the suffering of the Young,we see the suffering of the Old.....Have seen and witnessed the mysteries unfold.....we are together still we never meet nor we depart....even if "you" cry,i also shed tears.. Together we have witnessed all doubts and fears...we see the pain of a Bereaved and Solitary Soldiers's wife,loosing her happiness at the cost of her "life"...

we see Lovable Mother doing the household chores giving her love and blood from the "pores"...we see a loving father working days and nights to built a castle "not on air,but on reality"...still he fails to satisfy his "forerunners".......on the other hand we see the brutalities ,we see the pain,we see the negative attributes of the socio-political condition..its breath taking;its blood taking.........it hurts,it pains...........it collapses us and we "melt as water".....life is a summation of moments and we are the roots of those moments....we cry,we yell ,we laugh with tears..but we are always together................



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