LONE
I was a reject. They left me unscathed, with no scars, no scratches. They spared me because I was of no use to them. I wished I was. I wished someone, even Death, would care to embrace me.
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I knew it the moment I first felt
the golden rays of the sun. I knew from the day I was born that this life will
never be easy. I was a foreigner, a stranger here. I was subjected to ridicule without any
mercy. They treated me like a stray, my
only crime, my curse.
In this dense forest of sandalwood
I was that lone tree of different birth........
The shrieks of my brothers as
they were being sawed from their roots echoed through the hills. The sound of
branches being snapped, the crunch of twigs under the monster’s feet, the
wailing wind….it seemed an eternity before the forest was calm again. As I watched
these monsters haul away every single lifeless trunk, I shed no tear. Years
of mockery had rendered me emotionless. I cared no more.
At the dead of the night when a
calm breeze stirred my leaves, I suddenly woke up. The silver moonlight lit up
the place all around me. Dead trees, broken twigs and mauled branches strewed
the ground. A snake swished towards the undergrowth, the only greenery left
besides me. The desolate and now barren forest looked haunted.
I stood there all alone. But it wasn't painful. I was solitary and isolated once. So am I now. I am not
relieved that they are no more to taunt me. I pity myself because even death
taunts me.
nice 1........
ReplyDeleteshort and powerful .. nicely crafted :)
ReplyDeleteAlso check out my entry
http://ankitmahato.blogspot.in/2012/12/i-am-last-tree.html
thanx a lot!!! :)
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