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A Wild Flower...

 

Unaware to our awareness, tragedies began even before we could come to know what is happening to us.

Were we smart then, when we were younger, where we had thoughts to every statement and objection to every solution.

We were intelligent not by our scores but by those ideas which came out being carefree and thoughts beyond bills, money, and a family tree…

Sacrifice, compromise is the way of life… but, who decided that? We are falling victims to our own rules… We are the one who decided it… “it’s okay being naked and abuse the one with clothes” and then we decided “it’s good to have clothes then being naked.”

A flower is lost which was born. Lost in those flat perfected, cemented pathways. Wider they were made, stronger they were built yet went into weaker road, narrower streets… 

Where everyone unknown even to the known… Where the tags of the brands and lanyards of the firm is the identity… where living each day but, alive at the end of the month…

The name comes responsibility… and being practical but, in reality you can never ever run away from them but, you never actually understood them…

A saying travelled from somewhere – where they said do not be a dreamer… then we grew up… and now since all what the elders had said turned out to be true all their advice into reality…

We have taken up seriously a wrong thing…  Dreams without practicality is like a gun without a bullet… and just being practical is like playing the game of dart…

We are being crushed under formalities, burden under our own set of assets and liabilities… not asking to ignore them but, under all these worldly heaps we are losing an opportunity… to live with our own dignity…   

Its far better to be a flower crushed into the wild rather than being pampered in a pot… Leaving the cultured, well-mannered, well-behaved society to those who have created it… The so-called civilized, modern, techy society… which have boycotted all the basic human activity… in the name of productivity…

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