Women you speak of freedom,

Liberation do you want.?

Be liberated …….

From the clutches of man,

From the bondage of slavery.

 

Come ,I will show you,

The misery of women

From the barren land.

wipe her tears

her tears of blood.

and go with her to take her hand,

lead her out of the grave.

 

Come and see

the women who is cursed

by your God

to live like an animal.

See her beautiful face

With marks of many years

 of hard life,

Her tears are hardened

Her lips have cracked

Her feet have turned to wood.

 

She was a baby,

sucking her mother's breast

when she was given in marriage

she became a mother .

before she realized

she had lost her childhood.

 

Come….

come and talk to her

of freedom

of Love

she has never known either

she lives each day with

pain and humiliation

On those hills of rocky soil,

Cursed to be  deserted forever,

on the barren land.

 

 

 

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My journey is on and the road is long,
upon the rugged land and villages.
I keep meeting people with dry cracks on their tired faces.
They walk through life quietly.
Their cries are silent and their pain is deep.
They are Godâs special people.
Marked forever to be marginalized by the rich and the powerful.
My Journey is on and the road is steep.
I keep seeing faces that haunt my thoughts.
Looking for an answer.
I see their bodies broken with the harshness of reality.
They live each day through hunger and thirst.
Their eyes have lost hope, as they remain the outcast .
Their tears stay hidden behind poverty.
No one dares listen to their whisper,
and there is no sign of freedom for these deserted folk.
My journey gets harder, and the heat unbearable.
I drive through miles of tree-less land.
Here the children of a lesser God have opened their Doors
to the so-called development pundits, who came in the guise .
They promised milk and honey, and preached about equity.
They have only proved to be agents of globalization.
Who create wider disparity between rich and poor
And speed up the process of a global catastrophe.


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CRY FROM THE DESERT SAND  Far away in the wildernessI hear theDesert wind sweepingwith furythe roar so chill, withit the Cries of agony and death.  Far away in the deep sands,I hear the human voiceshidden below,their breath has smell of fearwaiting for deathto take them up from theirbunkers.  Oh Godsave this mankindfrom destruction and warsave these childrenwho are victimsof human follyfrom perishing.     ©Copy Rights: M.R.Manohar      

BROKEN CHILDThis is the story of a special child,from the barren lands of North karnatakawhere people live at the mercy of God,an extreme climate where the land is dryand a morsel of food a gift from heaven. This is the reality of a lonely child dressed in rags.When just a baby she lost her mother andnow she’s battered by her thirdstepmotherwho punishes her each day forher limited potentialto bring home bread for the family. She was rapedby her own.Her grand old man. Fighting,between life and deathshe birthed a babyand lost it soon afterto the open arms of death. She cries in silence, she cries all alone;Unheard in the harshness of the world. This is the truth of a little child.Her voice is lost in the wilderness.Who dares listen to this cry?Some days when her pangs of hunger get painfulShe flees to the hills.She speaks to the trees for comfortand fills her stomach with leaves and wild berries. She is a broken childcrying outfor someone to reach herto love her.Her little eyes and her small body have seen too muchof life.She carries bruises and pain for no fault of hers.Her heart aches for love and yetshe surviveseach day with an indomitable will.  She is a broken child.She is a special child. ©Copy Rights: M.R.Manohar   

CHANGING TIMES Oh you men and women of new orderyou are racing aheadwith a speedbeyond time and spaceinto a new world,a world of time skip.breaking away from culture and traditions,old ways of your forefathersthat anchored mankind.  Your beliefs have changed,changed so drastically.you no longer believe inclans and community,or  a familysanctity of marriage is astupidity in your days ofprogress.Progress for freedom,freedom for sexuality and violence.These are symbols of modernizationin your days of changing times.  Watch, watch-out for tomorrow,your future is at  stakewith dangerous phenomenathat may cost too many livesbreaking up in sheerfrustration  and disorientation.breaking up from pressurein coping with your  New World order.  Open your eyes,see, your pace has broughta premature realitya reality of incurable diseasesfor tomorrow within yournew World of fantasy. See your sons and daughters,seeds you have sownhave grown wild and dangerous.trapped for ever in pleasures and drugsspreading hatred and war,messages,that you have implantedthus acceleratingthe pace of the mankindtowards a totalself destructionfor a suicidal end for once and all.     ©Copy Rights: M.R.Manohar