By What I dreamt
I visioned the scenery, where I found nothing except the mourns of trees, blazing of the offshoots. It seems to appear a black sky but I couldn’t justify who had made that Literary ebon ( Black, Dark ). I saw nobody a victim of that, nor anyone victimized that.
It was not so far from the city. I was able to see the lights of city shimmering (Twinkling) by. I was able to espy that fetching blue sky over the head of city. My ears could pay attention to the peace of that city but the blazing of offshoots dispersed my attention and enticed ( attracted ) me to their misery ( Sufferings ). I was annoyed and I wasn’t able to give my effort to the peace of that city nor pay attention to the mourn of this yard.
To me, the peace in me got lesser for that city due to this blazing. I could not justify out the solution but in a while I heard a rumour from inside the shore.
I heard that neither from a man nor from a informer. The burning bushes witnesses my words and the red sky bystander my side. It was a blazing tree and the grievy voice of that said,” help! help! It is hurting me.” I stood still and was amazed to see the trees talking.
It added,” I was burnt by a bustard on a silly misunderstanding. The bustard thought I have owned a beloved of mine and an enemy of him…”
I got closer to the tree…
It continued,” That stone-hearted bustard burnt me with a single flame and is still burning all my ancestry. I need you ……….”
I got yield to the tree and the sorrowful situations. But on the other side I got wrapped by the fire too, and that was the most envious moment. I shouted a lot and burst into tears. I could not bare that pain.
But thank God, it was only I dreamt. I hope nothing in reality happened like that. Here, we are soft-hearted and we love our Flora.
By: HassanJan Liaquat Buledai
Abandoned Factory | Written by Shreeansha Bhattarai [Offline Thinker]
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