Hello...
It's been an year for the worst thing done by the few people for few fu**in' reasons....
Remember what happened last year on he very same day...
Few terrorists came to my land and made some wounds that are still to be healed..
There were many reasons n many situations... but the ultimate consequences were experienced by me...
Politicians, defense ministry and my own security were held on tip...
What is my existence? Who I am? What's my future? These are some questions that have to be face by myself.... Yes, just by myself...
An year has passed... still that fu**in' Azmal Kasab is nutritioned by my Government....
Where I have no food to eat and my children die widout...
My wife waits for me all the night... She prays every second for me to stay alive....
I am a father who goes home late, I am a son who's old mother needs his help...
I fight for your safety...
Your security....
your homes....
Do I have all this? Isn't it my right?
It's not only me to face,
Yes, we all policemen do...
I am very proud to be what I am...
Though my profession is a slang...
I do believe in me...
I am a Mumbaikar...
I am a Mumbai police...
Still alive but can't say how long am I gonna be...!
NJOY...
Peace...
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