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Wow...😛 Bro...really m so happy that didi commented on ur VM and it was really a wonderful VM...👏⭐️ u made us proud today...😛😊 m soo...happy...love her...😛😊

Bhai what a great new to gave us. I m soo happy.. That di loves ur VM and commented too..
thankx bhai for the great news.

Oh wow!! Its indeed a great news. Congrats Bhaiya and thanks a lot for sharing. Yeah ek snapshot toh banta hi hai.

Proud of ya bro!! 😃 Amazing!! ⭐️👏

Originally posted by: DemonStar

Thank you so much for watching and the feedback, everyone. 😊

I guess it's ok for me to mention it here. Ansha didi is very inactive online now but recently, she saw my VM and shared it for others, with these words -

Wow..you'll love me so much ? You made me cry today !!

I can't express how happy I am.

Note: No offense intended to anybody, so please don't take it wrongly. Although it is presented from one character's point of view, it applies to anybody who found themselves in such a situation, and is mostly based on my own personal experience. I don't encourage such scenes but since it raises a more pressing issue, I wished to give my humble views regarding it. I may not have the right to comment on this as I'm not a woman or cop, but from a human point of view, I've given my views.

Credit for the original tree and reed story goes to Aesop.

"Those Tears"

The winds sighed through the sleeping boughs, laden with silent gloom
The clouds blotted out the shining sun; the shadows then took up the reign
Had Mother Nature sensed my heart, squirming in like a withered bloom?
The thought that all the sweat and blood, has apparently gone in vain?

That I do not have the right to bow for once, without facing eternal damn
That like everyone else, I have my strengths and fears, my dark and good
Like Antony said, the good is forgotten and the flaws hacked up like ham
Never mind nothing else, for that do I really disgrace all of womanhood?

My eyes rest upon a towering oak, a silent sentinel touching the sky
In my mind's eye, then flashes a tale, a tale of the humble and the wise
A reminder that it matters not, whether you feign calm or let go and cry
What you achieve at the end of the day, is what your glory should comprise

That tree stood looming over the humble grass, her body gushing up with might
Frowning upon the leaves at her roots, she laughed with disdain and scorn
Said she to the grass, a disgrace you are upon the plant kingdom at first sight
Can you give me a reason, and explain what would be lost had you not been born?

I stand here, firm as Mount Olympus, unmoved by the fiercest of the gales
Whether its winds or the lightning, the rains or the floods, I shall never yield
While you shake at a touch of the lightest breeze, even worse than dry hay bales
Need I say that a pathetic weakling like you doesn't deserve to grow in this field!

The grass stayed low in humble silence, for by nature she was humble and meek
She felt not the need to speak up in vain, for she had nothing to prove or to teach
She knew her place and accepted it, for even if she wasn't a towering peak
At least she fed the hungry cows, for whom the tree was too high to reach

That night, the skies roared in thundering rage, the gloom lit up with eerie light
The winds grew mightier by the minute, wrought with force to lay everything to waste
The great tree stood with unmoving conceit, even at this apocalyptic sight
For she knew she was invincible, and thus for the storm to end, she wasn't in haste

The winds took up the challenge and struck like lightning from the pits of hell
For the first time in years, her roots shook and leaves tore away, leaving her bare
The storm had grown beyond the realms of her pride, its force impossible to quell
As she felt her prized body succumb to the force, she could do nothing but stare

With a great splintering and a crash, her mighty trunk was broken into two
While the humble grass lay flat on the ground, the brave little warrior that could
When the storm faded and the sun rose, the grass was healthy and good as new
While the once mighty and lofty tree, was now merely a dried log of wood

And lo, a tear rolls down my cheek as I delve into those golden memories of old
It makes me weak I suppose, but I care not - that is just the way I am
Accused and humiliated in front of my family, condemned for failing to be bold
What could I do when the river of emotion finally burst through the dam?

I applaud all who are tougher than me, not to cry had they stepped into my shoes
God made me thus; and I can only try to overcome the vulnerable in me
I would however ask you, would you never have flinched facing what's on the loose
That dark world of crime and blood, which I venture out every day to see?

I never cried when bullets or knives came at me like furious seethe
Neither while clashing head-on with the devils harassing girls
When my respected senior lay helpless, barely able to breathe
I focused myself of him, rather than give up to panicked whirls

I cried not when my family was captured by that mysterious tribe
Or while climbing down the cliffs to amend my own accepted flaw
To uphold my duty to humanity, in my heart I did inscribe
A message, to forever uphold what's right, establish order and law

Is it thus apt, that the moment where to unexpected emotion I did give in
Becomes a weapon of gargantuan power, for I had stooped so low?
Driven to hysteria, was a sob such an unforgivable and infernal sin
That everything is forgotten; no longer do I deserve to be in the show?

The hundreds of young ladies, full of energy and many a charming smile
Who looked up to me as an elder sister, as a source of much inspiration
Because of that day, have they been following a false idol all this while?
Am I a blot upon the name of women, after all the effort and perspiration?

I shall be like the tiny grass, and accept what is said is right
My job is to stay true to my duty, not to others prove my worth
I will leave if my seniors agree that I am a coward and pathetic sight
But until then, will continue to fight and protect without the smallest girth

Accept my apology, for succumbing that day to my human side
Perhaps as I grow older and wiser, I shall improve at facing all fears
Everyone is equal for a cop, and to protect them I shall forever abide
That is all I can say, and it is up to you to decide on me and those tears

i watched ur VM today..

Bro, You have really done applaudable work in this poem.👏👏
I really feel its incredible poem. very touchy and every word comes directly from heart.😃⭐️
The siggy is really AMAZING!!😃 👍🏼

Truly heart touching poem flowing directly from within. Hats off to you for this impeccable work!! The first few stanzas are terrific!!The siggy is amazing too!!👏