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Alexander k Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])

The most misused natural resource is animal emotion
Animal jelousy, animal love, animal happiness, animal libido,
Animal compassion, animal grief, animal ogle, animal ***,
Animal ego, animal fear or stampede, but animal anger utmost
It is a resource of value and virtue if used in prudence
Least vicious off all lest ghoulish natural disposition
Whose exemplification follows below in juxtaposition;
Out of anger a human animal kills
Revenges in full feat of anger
Causing accidents and damages
In employment of anger to uphold ego
A snake will not bite until ignited to anger
But in its calm state it’s an agent of ecological peace
Lioness is herbivorous in their truce but irascibly carnivorous
Buffaloes only crash if catapulted by anger
But romantically crazy in the emotional bliss
Man is fountain of peaceful jealousy
Man is cradle of venerative bigotry
Man is a well of murderous love
Humanity engendered is matchless ocean
Of cantankerous infatuation crushing for doable
And non-doables, deservation of pity,
All these natural ornamentations
That echo vicious virtues of man
Are protégés of perfected anger.
Àŧùl Aug 2019
1.
The caste-based discrimination,
Warranted by caste-based reservation,
In the Indian nation;

2.
It brings people on the roads so often,
Their feelings refuse to soften,
With blood of men, roads soon glisten;

3.
Few wanting newer reservation,
Some wanting more reservation,
None thinking about deservation;

4.
They all cry reservation aloud,
Getting alms, they feel proud,
Disaster is hidden in a shroud;

5.
Politicians cash in on the issue,
If you're needy, they won't miss you,
Arrange your own teary tissue;

6.
The caste politics they're playing,
Truly careless they're behaving,
Threats they're manufacturing;

7.
Caste-based reservation is like a fire,
These crutches will take none higher,
Remember, remember this lone flyer.
The world needs to worry about the Indian caste-based reservation system, which instead of banishing the misinterpreted Varṇ Vyavastha, further making the caste lines more pronounced.

Read my novel that critiques the Indian system.

My novel is a love story of how a young man protects his fiance and fights with death once again on the flight to Hamburg as (currently only fictional) terrorists attempt to hijack it.

In the novel, "7 Seconds: A Typical Guy, Atypical Life" by Atul Kaushal, 7 July 2017 is the date that Akshant Kautilya takes the flight from New Delhi to Hamburg and is engaged in a struggle against the hijackers who demand repealing of the Indian caste-based reservation system.

If you prefer reading the hard-copy version then you can now read my novel in its hard-copy version apart from its eBook version.

My HP Poem #1760
©Atul Kaushal
Grey 1d
Look.
Observe.
Then choose:
Be the prey,
Or be the predator—
Whichever fits your skin today.

Smile, frown, laugh—
Only as deserved.
I don’t serve emotion
Where it hasn't been earned.

It's wise not to repeat history’s errs,
But it’s rare—
A soul bold enough
To seal itself
Or throw the dice
And feel anyway.

To be open—
Truly open—
Is a right well-earned.
To be open
Without deservation
Is a choice I sometimes make.

I juggle it all.
Dip my heart in waters,
Test each temperature,
To see which part of me fits this set.

When I’m open without a guard,
Consider it sacred—
A privilege.
Because understanding me?
That’s no basic math.

And when I take offense,
It means I see your redemption still.
Indifference?
Now that’s the true ****.

But the worst of it?
My zero.
The plastic smile,
The Barbie act,
Given graciously,
While I rot inside the wrap.

When I’m too agreeable,
When I grin too wide—
Trust,
It might just be
Distrust in disguise.

Because sometimes,
I gift you only
My poker face grace.

— The End —