My Dreamland, My India

No rich, No poor
With both equality & justice.
No corruption, No religious intolerance
With brotherhood & rationalism.
No riots, No politics
With democracy &dignity.
No sadness, No tears
With happiness lifetime full of cheers.
No child labour, No malnutrition
A country supporting girl's education.
Respecting the greatness of knowledge & wisdom,
Promising the prospects of perfect kingdom.
Liberty to dream, expressing belief & thought,
I want my dreamland to be as taught,
I want my India to be as taught.
- By Sasai Chandra Kumar

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A warm hello in winter!

Hello friends, I am Sasai Chandra Kumar from India. I'm just a little boy. But I understand the power of pen which is sharper than any sword. My hobbies are composing poems, graphics designing, paintings, and writing stories. I'm going to publish my poems and some stories or articles. Hoping for all of your guidance and correction if needed. My poems are the views of a child representing his thought on the events taking place in my country and the world. In the case of stories I like suspense, thriller, sometimes with moral and sometimes comedy. With all these things I will also give some links for the people who want to hear a little in Hindi, because I only compose poems in English. For a Hindi show you can search for a channel 'R C Kumar' on YouTube.

Roads : The Introduction

Lost in the lights, while the contemptuous night is adorned with the moon, which adds a valuable bright to the dark. The moon but like a beautiful tiny pearl, unnoticed, besides the skyscrapers, lights his path accompanied by loneliness and agony. He rests under the trees roadside, whose leaves dance with the rhythm of the overwhelming breeze passing by, while some(leaves) whose spaces are filled by the nightangles' acquaintance, tend to droop like some exhausted dad back from work. This lively world is the kingdom of the dark, the last hope, especially when your fate excluded from good happenings! Outcasted from the good peoples and their society. he was led to streets and roads. A life riddled with punitive hopelessness & helplessness, maybe due to past sins, is justified until you breathe a moment of it. Each piece of breath torment you more, and you realise the need for a humanitarian approach than just an excuse of blaming his past. He rests on the mat donated by some les

ÚLTIMO VEZ - Final Part( Friendship Day Special)

That man was lying dead with a gun in his hand. And Vez spotted a gunshot wound in his shoulder. Último embraced heaven after embosoming Vez. Vez gazed at the sky, with grief in his eyes and heart crying out of pain urging the end of his life. And the same was sentenced by the legal court. His last wish was to read Último’s diary. He was allowed to do so. His fingers were shivering and while turning the pages, He read: It was a pretty nice day, I taught Vez the basics of Karate. But at the cost of learning creative writing. Our classes start hence. Well I am pretty much ambitious and I think we will be expertised in each other’s field, haha! We are true friends *Hope you like it Vez, only if you are reading my diary, maybe someday. I seldom maintain my diary but will fill this diary with all my emotions and feelings. You will surely like it, it would be dedicated to you. But you to wait for it! Then he went straight to the last page, and this is what filled everyone’s

The power of Pen

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