Well this post friends is a manifestation of my own thoughts and experiences. The post here says a basic thing. "Every coin has two sides", albeit the story to explain it is a little different. Hope you all like it.. Its little long but usually when emotions are expressed, it takes long.
It rained
and it rained a lot,
I could see
a child playing with a paper boat.
With no one
to ask him not to wet,
He was
dancing in the rain which many would hate.
I always
dreamed of drenching myself in the rain,
But always
stopped thinking of future cough and pain.
I saw his eyes
lighten up seeing the rain drops,
As if he was
waiting to play with his hand-made props.
Soon after
he was accompanied by his sister,
And his joy
knew no bound as if he was made some minister.
Unknowingly
before the rain drops they were doing the SRK pose,
Even I stopped
my scooty and stretched my hands seeing those.
I wished I
had their innocence and zeal,
Even in such
a heavy rain, they were enjoying being so chill.
I was happy
seeing such positive vibes,
That’s the
way I think everyone should live their lives.
I drove away
my scooty in rain,
Like that
drenched boy, I started feeling insane.
Soon I had
to apply my brake,
Seeing
someone’s house turned into a lake.
I saw an
elderly man breaking into tears,
It seemed this
rain was his greatest fear.
I could see
the water entering his home,
Destroying
everything in its way like an unexpected bomb.
One woman was
trying her best to save the important things,
But she was
confused whom to save, the things or human beings.
I could see
the television flowing away from them,
They were
totally helpless as tears in my eyes came.
Just as I
thought the rain would now lessen,
From the
thatched roof on a boy fell down a fan.
The hues and
cries from the house I could hear,
That boy was
still; was he senseless or dead I feared.
With a heavy
heart, I left the place;
How could
rain make someone’s life a total mess?
At home I
reached and took a shower,
I saw from
the window, a newly bloomed flower.
I understood
the meaning of the rain,
Somewhere it
creates life and happiness and somewhere deaths and pain.
In life,
every single thing is a replica of this rain,
In some
moments they bring happiness, and in other they bring pain.
There is
nothing which is cent percent good,
Because even
the definition of good changes with mood.
Though always
all want to show that they are the best,
There is
always a dark side, which has been put to rest.
A knife
which usually acts as the weapon to kill,
Also is used
by our moms to prepare our meal.
The same
knife which stops someone’s life,
Is used by
doctors to extend a human’s life.
P.S. Good and bad are just relative terms. Good for you is someone's bad...
Bahut achha laga padkar .
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