About Rape

This society and law have not punished rapist men such a way that other who tend to rape a woman would think thousand times before commiting this crime. Perhaps, it is because those who commit this crime are rich and powerful and those who make the laws are same rich and powerful. The boys should think what will happen if the girls will start making gang rapes to boys and kill them instantly, it is not impossible in the future, thinking that inequalities between girls and boys will start to diminish. The word "rape" will be no more a subject of INTEREST but HORROR for boys, the sense of insecurities will disappear, unity of women will be strengthened and the rape would not defame any girl, it will not cause any defect in honour of the victim girl. For an example if a thief stole something from one's home the victim is seen with the eyes of sympathy and the criminal is punished, hated, dishonoured where as in the case of RAPE why the victim is supposed to be dishonourable? and nobody knows the criminal/rapist but the raped ones are advertised. Should the women tolerate these tyrannies only because they are "women"? Where is sympathy? Where is the justice? -PAVAN KUMAR KARNA

My prediction coming true.....
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Nothing is Impossible, If You Want

You can clap
You can chant,
Nothing is impossible ,
If you want.

You can tear the sky,
You can break the mount,
Nothing is impossible ,
If you want.

You can fight with tiger,
You can kill the Giant.
Nothing is impossible ,
If you want.

Everything is possible,
When you work hard,
Nothing is impossible,
If you want.
-PAVAN KUMAR KARNA July/25/2000

Our Elderly Parents are not Satisfied

The modern life is making us ignorant to our elderly parents. What is the
meaning of life if we can not be their lathi at the last steps of
life whereas they were there to help us lifting first steps of life. Now as
they need us we are far from them in big cities or abroad with socalled big
responsibilities. Not only bad sons but also good sons having good heart are
unable to satisfy their elderly parents. Our parents just need our presence
at their last days and we offer them everything except "presence". We make
plane here and our parents are unable to move their last paces there, we
make television to enjoy here and they are dying to enjoy seeing their
grandchildren's first moves, we enjoy music but they miss the babling of
their grandchildren, We can provide them food but the hands to feed
lacks.They cannot stay in narrow, polluted cities and we cannot stay with
them leaving our jobs and better study opportunity of our children. It looks
as if they are obstacle of our progress or our progress is obstacle in
giving them service and repaying their love. And the same story will keep
repeating when we become old...

The painful pleasure

I am enjoying this pain in love.And want to keep this wound fresh in safe place in my heart. I'll keep scratching the scab and feel the painful pleasure. If I had got success in love I'd have been very poor & would be indulging in it but now I am rich because I have got ocean of experience. If she was with me I might get angry with her, scold her but now I will only be loving her with no complaint an eternal love!

This is a Crazy Boy

Because you're victor of my heart
It is your face ,now, my dream's part.
Just you are there in my leisure.
And when I'm busy ; my treasure.
Yet, the beauty is fool in your
Absence ; but you're beautiful more
Than Helen for tal'nt too you seize.
And knowledge of post modern maze.

Unknowingly, you gave me the fame
Poet, a valu'ble, artist's name .
And now I'm your robot to obey.
Doing all, in your order I'll stay.
Howe'er , I'll call nectar to poison.
Yes! on your order, Ram to Ravan.
And your "No" for my love I will get
"Yes"; "Slap" a nod for centuries long "Mate".
- PAVAN KUMAR KARNA

To Gentle Lovely Lass

Like pillar I was standing, hoping "you'll
Ask" but unkindly, you left me in chill.
X ! O Miss X ! I overheared then your name.
Meter of poem , you'd asked about it's game,
I'd made hard homework ; you didn't ask next day.

Do you know " let's be friends " I had to say.
How cruelly your "job" had lacked you time
And my "introvertness"; both foes of mine.
Kismet's poor..., I'm, O strange star,giving you
An eternal light; I'll always miss you.
Look, gentle lovely lass ! all lines' first letter.
-PAVAN KUMAR KARNA

The Death Is Not Painful

The death is not painful but it is llife.
It begins in our life with the first cry.
No one can share it,neither child nor wife.
Everything'll go in vain,all your try.

To live life is long for those not in love
And short for those who enjoy it too much.
But they're in illusion who want to move
Easily; for they got pretext to fetch.

Though the life is an examination,
Even tough exam is not life at all.
I'll tolerate it with no frustration
And will attempt to formulate a goal.

Death is destination; I won't invite .
If he comes, I am ready to take flight.
-PAVAN KUMAR KARNA