Theblackone

Tricolour waved in the edge of the pole. While the sky was covered with smoke of coal. People with white dress were near the pole at the center. People with dress smeared with sweat were at the corner. Green Fields are dried and many farmers died. While, son of a millionaire in the police station bribed. A girl was afraid and she closed the doors, She was a rape victim. While the suspect roams. Everyone pinned national flag, to their chest. But, to some the pin wanted to go inside their vest. Republic nations, elect their political leader. They steal the votes and they become a robber. Two boys were conversing, outside the gate. One asked the another to explain about tricolour's great. "Green at bottom, is the people with money and who wears cap. Red at top, is us in hunger. White and wheel maintains the gap."

Four walls closed me inside, Sun rays were peeing in from sides. Roof covered the wisdom from the sky, And ground holded me from falling by. Shadows of grill from the window, They started to rise up as the sun got low. Sound of telephone ringing filled the room. But, it wasn't for me. So, I took the broom. I sweeped out the dust from the past, Not only from my room but also from me- at last! I stepped out of my room to make memories. People took me in, but later they gave me worries. I was too busy outside and forgot my room inside. It was covered with cobwebs and insects did ride. My room became dark as I lost my track. People threw stones at me and they did bark. I was cleaning my room and looked at the wall. Paints had wethered but it still stood tall. Memories glided from my eyes and touched ground. But, when I think about my dream, it heals my wound. "Hey, you need somebody to clean you in whole" I laughed at the room. But, its words moved my soul, "You lost me,...