The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...
u can think beyond yourself for other people n society dats an achievemnt in itself! because not many people can do it (like me :( )
ReplyDeleteit is not just about me, and trust me I'm doing nothing, there is a lot that is been done by the good people. There are a lot of unsung heroes and they are those who don't see or show their own sufferings.
ReplyDeleteu depicted the plight many of us suffering.
ReplyDeleteEngaged n engrossed in ourselves !!!
..so do you feel bad..or guilty..or you suffer more now...think about it..
ReplyDelete@joie- I feel bad, not guilty but bad.
ReplyDeleteIt's not that you forget that someone somewhere is suffering..its just your so messed up with yourself that you don't look outside your shell...
ReplyDeleteIf, the realization dawns and you awaken then you do not feel guilty..but if even after that you ignore it..guilt does prick u doesn't it??
Nice meaningful lines though :)
TC
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Thats exactly what happens when life unfolds and you depicted it to beautifully.
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