सोम day इ विल बे दाद.

But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.
by Pablo Neruda

वेल्ल तेरे इस नोथिंग मच तो वोंदर।

what will happen in a day beyond,

I don't know, if you know what it is not living your life ,

My Friend if you read this, i know some day

a bullet will pierce my flesh , i will fall

i will not come back to tell you how i died

it is strange, i laugh at the thought sometimes but! listen it is unreal, and i don't comply

every day , living is a challenge.

i dont know when will that stray bullet get the good of me.

if you only think it is ,

Friends will you pick up the flag that i dropped.

will you only deny knowing me when the BREAKING NEWS flash my name tagged with a TERRORIST'

Well! i know it would be hard to accept i lived a normal life, normal citizen

True Patriot, ah! where do i draw the line

i only want to live like the rest of the country do

i am tired of seeing Guns and Force

i hate War why not Peace.

i know it is being Utopian to say that

i know it does not work here nor there

life is not so precious anymore i guess

but! i dont want to die being labeled a 'Terrorist'

because i was never one.

i am just like you and me.

But! its ironic i will die anyway.

maybe not...

let me sleep in peace tonight,

who know tomorrow morning i might be shot

in

a

FAKE ENCOUNTER.

hmm! quite regular, in Manipur.