The Little Customer And The Old Shopkeeper

The Little Customer And The Old Shopkeeper

     The old shopkeeper remembered with counting money by his old board specs, after the little customer had gone that he had given 300 rupees more than he should had, he started thinking he is now in loss and he won't get it back, he assumed that the child, may be enjoying with his  money
  After few minutes, the little customer returned  with a little  innocent smile and counting money with his little hands. He said with his childish stammering, " you have given  me 300 rupees more than you should,  take it back".
   The shopkeeper with the guilty of being judgemental about that child now felt sorry and take the money back and gave him a chocolate.
      The little customer with the treasure of honesty, which he himself wasn't aware of, run with his happy feet.
   "And its common, we humans are very judgemental about people, even without the knowledge of every aspect of situations, we develop numerous opinion".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Like In The Fairy Tales

Like in the fairy tales  

Like in the fairy tales , 

The princess waits, 

For her prince, 

I used to think like that, 

And after that,  

Everything would  change,

And every pain  I suffered, 

Would blossom into happiness. 

But now the Writer of reality , 

Have told me reality thing, 

"To rescue in real, 

No one comes, 

Cause everyone is busy, 

In waiting for themselves". 

So, From the problems of yours, 

Only You are the prince, 

Who can let you go away, 

By finding way, 

Only by yourself, Today. 

So,  the fairy tales , 

Have changed now, 

According to the, 

Changed world, 

So, for being rescued, 

Don't wait for your prince,

Cause he can be late, 

And you will be more suffering. 

But just go away, 

from everything worse, 

By the will power of your, 

And your own determination 

Cause you are yourself, 

 Form of femininity's flower. 

Written by 

Shivangi Saumya Suhani 

Terrorism Is No One's Friend

Terrorism Is No One's Friend

You killed the people of  my motherland,
And  consider yourself as victim,
You always had terrorism in your hand,
Beneath the face of innocence

You think we won't react,
But just let yourself do
What you want to tact,
With terrorism in both of your hand. .

But this time the tolerance have end,
And we have wrote a new beginning,
Nothing will be now leaved unfinished ,
Every of your sin will get punishing inning.

You will still astray and embrangle,
Your own people as you have done for long
because your fake courage can't admit your wrangle,
Since 1947,  had always been wrong.

You will now talk about Pacifism,
You are scourged ; how can you  admit?
Your false ego, now rants  and raves,
That's why you are giving atomic threats.

We all know its a spunous roar,
Just to embrangle your own blind folk,
How can you admit, wrong deeds of your,
Because your own people will start against you 'protesting talks'.

So, that's why you are banning India and Indian things,
But why not the water that also come from it??
This is just ersatz self respect,
Like the different teeth of elephant.

But let me tell you wicked minded people,
The virus you are using for us,
Is killing your own people too,
But to you, it never mattered and discussed.

You never cared for own public,
And are showing fake sympathy for kashmir?
Your deeds for humanity are all agnostic,
So, first cure yourself and then show fake concern for Indian emir.

Cause your agenda doesn't contain your people development,
But only terrorism,  terror and terrorist,
And making India baneful in front,
Of your people, for you personal benefits.

Not for only that but to hide your inadequacy,
And failure in social development establishing,
To hide your corruptness, wrongfulness and guilty,
This is the real truth, you are stashing..

But let me tell you one-day, it will be published,.
Across the sky, border, air and sea,
That day truth will hum everywhere and reestablished,
And it will come soon; in  the future for sure,  I can see.

Because of the seed that you have sown years  before and still flourishing it,
Cause 'Terrorism is no one's friend' and can never be,
And one day, it will itself, taught you lesson
And that day you will regret, what you have been doing since 1947.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

If I Were A Muslim

If I were a Muslim

If I were a Muslim,
I couldn't tolerate it,
To see my indian brother
Hating me extremely,

Only because of the religion I belong ,
I would have been suffering along,
With Suspicious eyes of my folk,
How could that pain I could revoke.

Where I born, where I was brought up,
That place is  not mine, I have to bear up,
This feeling, that is most unbearable,
How could I make it for me suffer able.

I will have to prove my patriotism,
Why? And even then, How would I have optimism,
How? How could I have it?
How? How could I bear that hatred feeling?

My tears and consoles are fake,
For martyr, who died for also my country's sake,
Even if I say, I would be said wrong,
And if didn't, I am supporting them for sure.

Yes, I would look alike them and my name,
But truth is, 'our thinking' aren't same,
They are doing bad in the name of religion,
And due to this similarity, I would suffer those eyes of hatred.

I know, it's because of religion I belong,
Because some people are using it for other's evil and wrong,
And I understand that, So  I am quite.
I don't Rebel for my feelings because, it won't have any right?

Nothing matters me more or least,
Alike you, Than to see my country in safety, ceased.
I would even then, tolerate everything,
But not those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings .

In My mind it would just recall again and again,
"Assassinate me, Kill me or murdered me with pain,
But don't look me with those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings,
But don't look me with those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings ".

So, If I were a Muslim,
I won't be able to tolerate it,
To see my indian brothers,
Hating me extremely  without any of my guilty.

Shivangi Saumya Suhani