A Journey through Superstitions -------------------------

The feeding of  those evils was done
Not from this modern era of senseless
Then looking back to the tales of murders
Only concentrated on women
The marked one in history nicknamed *Sati
Not in the darkness it was
But in front of millions of curious hearts
Who never came forward to save a life
Witnessing the same their silence burned poor **Roop Kanwar
The eggs that holds tonnes of mysteries was nowhere ,
But in the god's own country***
Black magics that rules the technical world
That sounds strange but exists there so weird
The poor black cat being blamed
Since then for the faults whatever happens.
When the carelessly fallen mirror can decide your future
No hardworks and toil can lead you to the dream
Goals are twisted by the stars watching over
All those seen in a beaker filled with water
In front of that holy hearth
And then we called our society is well developed
Yes, far better it is with these beliefs !

*Sati - old practice
**Roop Kanwar -Rajpat women who was immolated in Rajastan
*** Kerala is known as God's own country