To those sculptors, who had carved the phlegmatic spirit in me, fed up of being a lifeless mute spectator. Caldera through which fundamentalism and extremism exploded, had ruined my street and from the remains of those ashes a new independent voice will ripe `fortius`.

When the night fades in to the chapters of history and gives way to the light of tomorrow, there will be one more child crying in the blood stained Neruda’s street. Perhaps it may sound like a baby crying for moon. Is there any altruist who could show speck of empathy? If so, we believe that the elixir will flow through the veins of river and through the banks, exodus will end up in a garden, where we shall pluck the flowers which bloomed through the ashes.

Fresco in which different epochs painted to create the never ending master piece known as `culture’, which portrays the truth, word ‘interpretation’ itself will not be able to hold the depth of interpretation. But when my sister is being raped, when my brother killed in the name of caste and when the society is torn apart in the name of religion we fail to interpret, soul of painting ‘mother’. Yesterday, in the banks of eurasian plates [copenhagen] the mother who sacrificed everything for the son cried loudly, but in deaf ears.

The most disastrous volcanic eruption of Mount pelee may 8, 1902 destroyed the whole town St Pieree killing all the 28000 inhabitants leaving behind only two survivors to mourn the sad demise of brethren and they had only two things to cry about and if we fail to build on those two things, then we will be forced to witness the worst ever eruption in which all the inhabitants will be spared and those two things which hold together human kind will perish for ever ‘love and culture’.

“Religions which always stood for love

and love in turn spun culture,

where culture stood on values

and

when all these myths collapse what remained was tears of mother (nature).”

Lets us pray that, the tears soak the mud and the virgin fragrance of soil will awake the spirit of youth and waiting for this rain to happen a new generation will take birth.