Friday, December 16, 2011

A Cry Of The Rotten Hunter To The God


Twelve month ago, I used to roam only once I need food to get animal and I used to be the best hunter. But now I am roaming in each and every woods of jungle climbing the hill and stare at the cliff to get animal. What a misfortune, I have spend each of my wisdom spread all the trap I have and utilized each and every electron (Impulses) sent to brain have been used but the animals have been limited in my memory. Each and every second I dreamt of having killed prey on my shoulders and I moving  with the smile on my face and the gun in my hand to my home but ashamed of having my soul burnt and my days turning into black. Still have left no hope of my respected ones on my chest to help in showing me the way from this world of mirage and getting away from this huge mage. Still I am waiting the signal from the heavenly bodies casting a bright light green shadow over my life and washing away these rough black colours threatening me about the evil devil which wings and roots of the poison are engulfting and encroaching not only my idea and thoughts but also skewing my life and throwing in the ditch by corking me inside a dark foul smelling bottle. God please show your presence , the world is waiting for you to come to break this infinite loop of the ……………


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All rights reserved to the author Akrur Nath Sharma.

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