Dear All Mighty, Please heal my paradoxical beauty that I proudly call home and is known by the name of Mother India. Where once thrived historical architectures and birds chirping in the clear blue sky. We turned it into a gas chamber grey and dry for all those whimsical attributes to die. Surviving the grey, moving beyond the abuse that stayed. Today I sit here relentlessly and helplessly watching the human kind pay. Whilst my motherland tries to suffice I watch my people in agony and cry. The kindest gestures are now a luxury. To touch is a sin, to breathe freely is grim. For what our world has come - to all those who are privileged and political games. Who do I blame? This seems like an ineptly written dream but the people of this democracy are now what you call a dream team! The life you once gave us is now lost in suffering and misery. For those who lost someone just because she/he could not acquire their birthright of just to breathe. Our punishment is severe with indebted pain and hopefully humanity to gain. Nevertheless, I will not give up till the very end. I will fight for what I proudly call mine - India and all the people currently fighting within it. Simultaneously will pray to you to please make this go away. 🙏❤️🇮🇳 #staystrongindia #wewillfightback (at Delhi, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/COJCkcKJ_XM5-gtEcVXZNXXuYSCsLpP9-FAaKE0/?igshid=ggcyt798ybdw
