Did You Ever Love Me? by Rithvik Singh is a tender contemporary poetry collection about love, heartbreak, longing, self worth and learning to let go. Its greatest strength is emotional accessibility: Singh writes directly to readers who feel intensely and care deeply. The collection offers comfort without pretending heartbreak is simple, though its simplicity may occasionally feel familiar to seasoned poetry readers. Did you Ever Love Me? Have you ever loved someone so completely that, after they left, you were left wondering whether they had ever understood what they had been given? Not merely whether they loved you, but whether they ever noticed how much you loved them, how much patience you offered, how many small things you remembered, or how often you chose to stay when leaving might have been easier. There is a particular loneliness in that question because it rarely arrives at a dramatic moment. More often, it finds you while you are doing something completely ordinary. Yo...
Allow those men to strip minors on the street. Let them shoot their plight. Don't say anything to the teachers who make their students drink urine. Legalize them to loot the wealth of the country of poor.
He did the same. He witnessed with mute, atrocities of the Emergency. He did nothing for the wealth of his nation. He was spineless in the development of his own land. And today, Pranab Mukherjee, has been chosen by the billion plus population of India to be its first citizen for the same reason. Either be a sycophant or shut the hell up, close your eyes and concentrate on paying taxes on time.
Yes pay the taxes on time, for as the new President takes oath of office, the entire nation too would be observing an oath. To protect, feed and keep comfortable terrorists like Afzal and Kasab in our jail cells. We shall pay as much taxes as needed for prisons as many of our beloved, nation's beloved have to spend some time their these days too. We will never ever hang such men to death for their comfort is now India's responsibility.
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