ma tatoo.....

back to homeland.. my world, my throne... rest all fear..... 

 its nice to be lonely..
cos u own everything
 its nice to be not loved..
cos u dont have to shed tears.
 its nice to beaten...
cos u feel wanted.
 its nice to be betrayed..
cos its best education at no cost.
 its nice to live....
cos u'll love death.

Your touch,
scratches my skin.
Your love,
scratches my heart.
I dont bleed, i dont cry,
cos you are not the first one.
I never lived.

My heart dosent lie
but my words do.
My words dont slip,
but my toung does.
Its always bright
when my eyer are shut.
My tears aer sweet
cos my eyes dont cry,
my soul does.
My eyes saw none, but one.

you speak my langauge
unknowbn to the rest.
You make me smile
in places never before.
Your my home
but not for long.
tears of joy fillin the floor,
dirt on my skin n load in my back,
all gone cos of one.
your my home, I am your throne.
.....words of a fugertive when he saw a road flower

i learnt a lot in my taxation class...this is what i learnt
1.Benefit of doubt is given to accused.
2.Only the one who dies, knows what death is:-Tax payers
3.To create equality ,broadest shoulder should carry heaviest load.
4.Low tax rate has high complience
5.Property means bundel of rights.
4.Legal way of evading tax is called tax avoidance.

"Every human is a servent of his own desire"- Lord amit kr sasaram