Lagta nahin hai dil mera ujrhey dayyar mein :My heart has no repose in this despoiled land
Who has ever felt fulfilled in this futile world?
The nightingale complains about neither the sentinel nor the hunter
Fate had decreed imprisonment during the harvest of spring
Tell these longings to go elsewhere
What space is there for them in this besmirched heart
Sitting on a branch of flowers
The nightingale rejoices
It has strewn thorns in the garden of my heart
I asked for a long life, I received four days
Two passed in desire,two in waiting
The days of life are over
And the evening has fallen
I shall sleep legs outstretched in my tomb
How unfortunate is Zafar !
For his burial
Not even two yards of land he was granted
In the land of his beloved!
Tagore Iqbal and Tennyson
I bless them for a reason
They wrote volumes of poetry
To teach mankind some history
All their efforts proved futile!
Tommy Tuttle followed them closely
Tootsie and Trina didn’t
Take him seriously
Tommy left the town disgusted
I don’t want this lesson repeated!
How do you handle conflict? Boldly and Directly? Or, do you prefer a more subtle approach?
I handled conflict very differently from any of the ones listed,I’d loved to write how I handled conflict, once upon a time.
This is all about my sister-in-law , she joined our family without invitation and was always ready to give us trouble and prove to my eldest brother we were evil.
One day my sis.-in-law prepared lunch as usual, she told the maid she was going to her neighbor’s and would be back before my other brother came home for lunch.She told the maid not to serve lunch until she came back.
My brother arrived home for lunch and asked the maid to quickly bring lunch for him she said she couldn’t because she was told to wait until Mrs. was back.The clock was ticking my brother got very impatient I watched him pacing back and forth, and getting angrier every second. He had five minutes left to go back to work and the lady of the house i.e our sis.-in-law did not come back.
My brother could not keep his temper in check anymore,he went into the kitchen, and started picking up the food pots and tossed them outside one after another until he was done. Then he left. I was horrified I did not know what to do,I thought my eldest brother would come home and get angry with me or even hit me.You might wonder why was I afraid because if anything bad happened my elders used to take it out on me.
I got dressed up quietly,called a rickshaw and went to our Grandpa’s house. I was safe, Grandpa looked at me and smiled,” what did your sister-in-law do this time?” I didn’t stop shaking, he felt bad for me, he said,”next time come to my house don’t go to your brother’s place”.
This is how I handled that conflict.