Little Somebody than Evil Nobody

Nothing is readily preconditioned, what comes on the way  is the best solution we can handle and meant to move forward. That's why we choose to be rather a little somebody than to be evil nobody.
The voice of every pain to all the ears won't be heard. yet,  we define that is no other than the worst pain that defines us.

Most people die  thousand times before the death. We define ourselves as a person with unique character,who tries to be alive in our true passion of time; trying to
matter everything in a great way for every little thought and action.

The journey with unending tales of past might not be valuable but, it is no doubt a precious memory that never encounter at the present.It define the tensed moments that we never get again. Little awhile, an utmost direction towards the way of our life looks like a mistaken identity. Dam sure! its no other than the piece of ourselves among those nasty folks to define those shattering flash back of days.

Remember! Our mind is a dangerous weapon. We live in a world where nothing is permanent. Yet,the human mind with consistent desires; we live in such a world where every thing is just a matter of time.

No matter what; sometimes luck forced to live by matter of choice because everyone has a chance but,with limited choice!

"Being Little Somebody is always better than Evil Nobody".

A Little Thing To Say...

        

                     The melody of birds up on the meadow,

               The diming barks of puppies near the door;

The pupil's low high pitched-voice

And soothing tone of metallic bell

Narrated me the story of past;

 Reminded me of adulthood

 Filled the heart with greatest thrill.

A tiny school with giant brains,

An innocent child with an innovative thought; 

A foggy place with moderate humidity 

Is how the school known to be the best.

Teachers teaching & learners learning,

Aimed to be the best is what we can be too.

The hope to withstand the worststory, 

To tackle the toughs

And to handle the hurdles in life;

Is what we learn through thorough practice.

“I can now be a pure vegetarian"

My dear living animals; my mother of all times,
I know you are created and have living-rights
Enjoy the fascinating environment and
Producers of succession till your last breath.
All over the world, your flesh and blood is
Considered as luxurious dietary-food and therefore,
Demands are very high for your limited flesh and blood.
Human beings love, nurture and care only to benefit from you.
When you are young and fragile, you are taken special care
And after certain times when you are enough to fit for humans,
They torture, train for services, if not kills you for your meat.
When you get enough fat and entered into old age
There are two solutions for greedy humans; either you
Will be killed around premises or be taken
To the slaughterhouse for your flesh to be supplied.
Your dream is to live and do not want to die like what I do.
You really shed tears when you see humans
Approaching with knifes, ropes, axes and so on.
You suffer a lot after one stroke of hammer or knife,
Breathing does not stop at once for your head or legs shedding all bloody.
I can't imagine the mercy human has.
There are so many slaughterhouses coming on as an action plans
For human’s wellbeing, your turn is on the way ahead.
You may be having lots of tension, often I hear you talking and crying:
I will never see the sun rise; I will never see it set,
I will never feel a kind touch; I will never be a pet,
I will never feel love, for I will not be loved,
As I’m led to my murder, being prodded, poked and shoved.
As they cut my tender skin, I wondered who would care,
If anybody out there, would consider my despair.
For you did not see me die, and you did not see me bleed,
You did not hear me cry, for the meat that you don’t need.
You did not watch them killing me; you could not feel my pain,
You will try not to think of me, as you blindly eat again.
I was the Ox you ate last picnic, the pig you had on Sunday.
I was the goat in your party, the mutton you had with a beer,
I felt pain beyond belief, but you never thought of me.
Because thinking can be painful, and you refuse to see,
That for every time you eat meat, those animals must bleed.
You may think you’re above me, that you have advantage,
But a kind, innocent creature, is better than a savage.
So next time you’re out shopping, Try to feel some guilt,
For those animals have died, for your eggs, your meat and milk
My heroes are those people, who will not bite into me,
So I ask a simple favour, and please stop eating meat.
And promise me and say me, “I can now be a pure vegetarian”