Posts Tagged ‘poverty’
Slumdog Millionaire
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: January 27, 2009
Slumdog Millionaire
Recently, Slumdog Millionaire has created a huge buzz, first in the US and now in India. The hype has reached a feverish pitch as it swept the Golden Globe Awards and is now slated to carry away an Oscar or two as well.
With everybody watching, talking and wanting to watch Slumdog Millionaire I finally [...]
Shrinking health services a growing concern for people with disabilities
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: April 16, 2007
IN PERSPECTIVE
Access to health services is a matter of growing concern everywhere and to everyone, with Government budgets falling and rapid privatization, access to health care is becoming yet another symbol of social inequality. What happens to marginalized sections like people with disabilities (PWDs) who are dependent on public health care services for long periods [...]
Lillian @ Poetry
- ArraySometimes you'll fuck my mind dudes,Sneer at the world I come from.This world,So upright.So uptight.And too fucked to admit it.8.00 p.m
- Blinded by RageThey’ve cheating me, aren’t they?Those rotting hearts on smiling facesThey’ve cheating me, aren’t they?Those sleek tongues in wicked mindsThe pain oozes out of an innocent faceA ray of trust just blew outMy heart fell, he saysand the word comes back to me, after very many monthsIn the loss of innocenceIn angerPainHelplessnessIt matters not what glory you acq […]
- Advertising Cloud 9The horizon in shades of green,Water tanks, blue and black,Clothes of all hues waving in the breeze.Cloud 9 advertising its services,Who would think, it would need to?But it does,Its the recession.
- Untitledoh why does my soul refuse to rest.it bounds up,against gravity,like there were thorns that pricked its underside.refusing it rest.oh my soul has a bloody breasta weary heartthat longs to rest,but somehow each night is dayin its unending search to run away.
- UntitledI stare out,As the orange-pink of sunsetFades away into silhouettes,Large dark trees, rise upAnd the cold road leads away.The breeze whips at my face,The curtains buffeted in the strong wind,Fly around uncontrollably like shreds,My heart feels the same,As it leaves sweet memories behind.Parting can never be harder.15th April 2009
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