A drop of blood

Fell on the mud

As she shed a lone tear

Her body dropped as she was,

Lead out of the door

And soon like the others

She was no more

Her family was torn apart

War and bloodshed ripped,

Apart every kind heart

The people were beaten,

Cut and whipped

Until from every man at least,

A drop of blood dripped.

Every day pain and torture,

Suffered she

Until her heart was filled with misery.

Every day she prayed to thee

That one day her country,

Would be free

Then finally come the fateful day

When the forces clashed,

In the month of may.

A warrior entered on a white horse

Standing tall admit the lying corpse

The way he fought,

The way he walked,

Gained admiration among people’s thoughts.

Praised was he for his kind eyes and smiles

His bravery was known for miles and miles

He was known as a legend

To make history

However to everyone

His face was a mystery

Finally towards the end of the May

The battle was to end that day

A hundred soldiers charged at him

But he fought he way

Through thick and thin

All of a sudden the battle stopped

All of a sudden his armour dropped

Everyone let out a gasp

For it was a WOMAN

Under man’s mask

Her lovely long blonde hair

With her eyes made a perfect pair

Before she hit the ground

She said

“Fight for freedom until you all are dead”

Her eyes held sorrow, grief and pain

As she remembered the enemy’s chain

The chain of pain and suffering, they had caused

Until every good man’s life was lost

A drop of blood

Fell on the mud

As she shed a led a lone tear

Her body dropped as she was led out of the door

As soon as the others

She was no more.

By Tamanna

The battle for us, the mere act of getting out of bed

The mere thought of facing the day fills us with dread

We shuddered anticipating of what might be ahead

May be it's because of the memories we embed

Not the good ones, but the one which filled us with gloom instead

It was the optimist in us which misled

And the emptiness that lurked every corner of our mind we had fed

The sight of light made us fled

Keeping happiness at bay, we had sped

Dissatisfaction with everything is what our hearts had overfed

Our minds and souls grew as fragile and breakable as thread

May be it was the atmosphere of positive vibes we had shred

May be it was the devil's path on which we had tread

Or it was the devil in us that we had nourished and bred?

Mind's skepticism made our hearts bled

Bled peculiarly,

Peculiarly in deep red

Darkness swiveled and stopped and settled and and spread

Allowance and denial's contradiction in us was widespread

The mood swings went up and down like a sled

We took an accidental turn to the passage of melancholy we had head

The genuine sentiments in us we had behead

There were expressions in us that people read and remained UNREAD

There were emotions in us which are read and remained UNDEAD

Those entities had us destroyed which were said and remained UNSAID...

By- Tamanna

Since the day of our birth

We have hoped for peace on earth

wars and conflicts make people sad

Hurting others is really bad

When wars and conflicts totally cease

In our world, there shall be peace

People must learn to get along

Not blame others, for being wrong

Peace is something we all seek

Without it we feel weak

Peace is something we mutually share

For it is just, and always fair

Since it is rooted deep inside

With our peace, we are closely tied

When we find it, peace is sweet

It shall make our life complete

Peace brings us Tranquility

With much needed- Stability

Sense of quiet and goodwill

Peace is serene and very still

Conscious enlightenment, ultimate goal

Living life to the fullest, being whole

Knowledge shall help one understand

That inner peace is truly grand

For peace to happen we cannot fight

Help each other and be polite

When there's a problem, let's just talk

Sometimes peace just needs a walk

Peace on earth will surely grow

Might be tough, might be slow

Each of us, love must send

For peace to prosper and war to end.

So,

Good it is to receive peace from the world

Better it is to give peace to the world

Best by far the Best

It is to be the PEACE of the world!!!!!

His name was Buford Pusser and his righteous journey to avenge his wife.

For most of his life, Pusser made his career in public service. Before he was a police officer, Pusser served as a Marine who later enjoyed a brief stint as a popular wrestler in Chicago. His tall frame and large build earned him the nickname “Buford the Bull” in the ring. In Chicago, he met his future wife, Pauline, and they got married two years later. The couple moved to Pusser’s hometown in McNairy County, Tennesse, where Pusser quickly rose through the ranks of local law enforcement. He was elected chief of police and constable, and later he was elected county sheriff at just 27 years old — making him the youngest sheriff ever elected in Tennessee history. The young sheriff was fearless and wasted no time cracking down on mafia activity, concentrating on the state border between Tennessee and Mississippi, which was controlled by two separate gangs: the Dixie Mafia and the State Line Mob. The mob gangs made a lot of money off their illegal production of moonshine, so Pusser’s crackdown was obviously not appreciated. By 1967, Pusser had survived countless assassination attempts, killing several of the hitmen who tried to take him out. He was a local hero to the public, but he became a prime target for the increasingly desperate mob.

Things changed forever on Aug. 12, 1967, when his wife, Pauline, decided on a whim to accompany him to investigate a roadside disturbance. A car pulled up alongside theirs and suddenly opened fire. Pusser suffered a severe injury to his jaw but survived; his wife, however, was killed. Stricken with the guilt over his wife’s death at the hands of a mob hit — Pusser was most likely the only intended target — Pusser cracked down on crime even harder than before. He publicly named his four assassins and Kirksey McCord Nix Jr., the leader of the Dixie Mafia, as the mastermind behind the hit that killed his wife. Although Nix never saw justice for Pauline Pusser’s murder — though he was later sentenced to life in prison for ordering the murder of a Mississippi circuit court judge — the other assassins involved in the murder of Pusser’s wife mysteriously dropped dead one by one.

Rumors circulated that Pusser had organized hits on the mafia members to avenge his wife. But because there was no evidence to tie him to the deaths personally — and possibly because nobody was going to prosecute Pusser for avenging his murdered wife — Pusser was never charged for the killings.

The battle for us, the mere act of getting out of bed

The mere thought of facing the day fills us with dread

We shuddered anticipating of what might be ahead

May be it's because of the memories we embed

Not the good ones, but the one which filled us with gloom instead

It was the optimist in us which misled

And the emptiness that lurked every corner of our mind we had fed

The sight of light made us fled

Keeping happiness at bay, we had sped

Dissatisfaction with everything is what our hearts had overfed

Our minds and souls grew as fragile and breakable as thread

May be it was the atmosphere of positive vibes we had shred

May be it was the devil's path on which we had tread

Or it was the devil in us that we had nourished and bred?

Mind's skepticism made our hearts bled

Bled peculiarly,

Peculiarly in deep red

Darkness swiveled and stopped and settled and and spread

Allowance and denial's contradiction in us was widespread

The mood swings went up and down like a sled

We took an accidental turn to the passage of melancholy we had head

The genuine sentiments in us we had behead

There were expressions in us that people read and remained UNREAD

There were emotions in us which are read and remained UNDEAD

Those entities had us destroyed which were said and remained UNSAID...

She was so disheartened and depressed. A leading archer of India was lying on the bed just before a week to the Olympics. Rita Dixit, a leading sports personality of India, met with a severe accident on the way to the airport. Her flight was about to depart when her taxi got hit by a fast-moving truck near the airport. After 18 hours, when she woke up, she saw that she was lying on a hospital bed. Soon she got to know what had happened with her. She started crying with tears rolling down her cheeks when she was informed about her broken legs. She asked if she could ever walk again, but her doctor replied negatively. She broke down from inside. She thought that her life was of no use now, but her family and friends continued to motivate her; they were very supportive. But her condition didn't improve. Her parents sent her to antidepression classes, spent quality time with her, and invited her friends to their home. But their continuous efforts made no change in her health. Then, at last, when everybody had lost hope, Rita's sister came up with a great idea. She went to her sister and told her the latest happenings and then asked her to wake up early the next morning because she was going to take her somewhere. Unwillingly, Rita said yes. The next day she took Rita to an academy of Archery for the specially-able people. When she asked her sister, why had she brought her there, she said smiling," Sister, you are a talented archer, and the whole world knows this. You cannot lose hope. This accident was your destiny. You have to move on, and start practicing for the next Paralympics. We all know you can do it. You are an inspiration for everyone. Please join this academy and start practicing. An accident cannot stop you from achieving your dream." Hearing this, Rita thought that her sister was right; a small accident cannot be claimed as a failure. She needs to move on and work hard to achieve success and fame.

She thanked her sister and said, "Thanks sister, I will surely not let you down. I will join this academy and practice hard for the next Paralympics and make my family & country proud." Rita had 3 years to practice for the Paralympics. She practiced day & night to fulfil her dream. Then finally, the day of selection for the Indian archery team for Paralympics came. By the luck and tough practice she was selected in the team. She happily went to the Paralympics. She qualified the semi-finals but her finale was with one of the best archers in the world. She was quite nervous but she soon remembered her sister's words. She thought that she should not lose hope. With great determination and willpower, she beat her opponent. When she returned to India with a gold medal, on the airport a huge crowd of people were waiting for her arrival. In the press conference, when she was asked about her success mantra, she simply said, “Never lose hope. Hope is 'HOLD ON PAIN ENDS'."

THE END

Thank you

By Tamanna

You may not believe in magic

But don't you think it's strange

The amount of matter in universe

Has never slightly changed

That all which makes your body

Was once part of something more

And every breath you breathe

Has seen it all before

There are countless scores of beauty

In all the things you despise

It could once have been a shooting star

That now makes up your thighs

And atoms of forgotten life

Who have long ceased to roam

May now have the great honor

To call your crooked smile their home

You may not believe in magic

But I thought you should know

The making of your heart were born

Billions of years ago

So next time you feel lonely

When this world makes you feel small

Just remember it's part of you

And you're part of it all