W for ....
It was a long and tiring day.
He winded up his training and headed to his favourite spot.... the tree shade amid-st the rocky terrain atop the hill.
It was particularly calm and breezy as opposed to the howling winds growling in the ear.
He felt the soothe on his face and closed his eyes to enjoy the short stay there.
Leaning against the tree in his usual posture, he got lost in his world.
His mind was still lingering to the thought.
Being an avid reader and day dreamer, he always wanted to develop the fuzzy thought and plume it into much clearer words and someday he wish to see himself transform into a good writer.
He believes in his principles firmly.
Peace and patience come before pride to him.
Something flashed in his mind and he quickly started penning down:
Once, people worked for earning food and shelter.
Then, people worked for the nation... developing and expanding it.
Now, people work... but strife dominates the lifestyle.
Waging wars?
Winning them?
Whining about work?
Waiting for wonders to happen?
Wishing for dreams to come true?
Writing about all this? logging down everything and portray things as history to the future generations?
Where is this all leading to??
What is the world becoming?
He paused for a moment.
Stepped out from his world and started thinking about the world around him.
He shifted the pen to the top of the page.
Wrote "W for ......"
He then thinks for a while and goes back to adding more content:
The cheeks would no longer soak in the tears of disdain.
The weary torsos stand tall in the rain of pain.
The will power let them battle to the end and sustain!
The rage of persisting hope rises all over again!!
Peace prevails and washes off the bloodstains...
And finally, he realises... that W stands for... Wisdom!!
He winded up his training and headed to his favourite spot.... the tree shade amid-st the rocky terrain atop the hill.
It was particularly calm and breezy as opposed to the howling winds growling in the ear.
He felt the soothe on his face and closed his eyes to enjoy the short stay there.
Leaning against the tree in his usual posture, he got lost in his world.
His mind was still lingering to the thought.
Being an avid reader and day dreamer, he always wanted to develop the fuzzy thought and plume it into much clearer words and someday he wish to see himself transform into a good writer.
He believes in his principles firmly.
Peace and patience come before pride to him.
Something flashed in his mind and he quickly started penning down:
Once, people worked for earning food and shelter.
Then, people worked for the nation... developing and expanding it.
Now, people work... but strife dominates the lifestyle.
Waging wars?
Winning them?
Whining about work?
Waiting for wonders to happen?
Wishing for dreams to come true?
Writing about all this? logging down everything and portray things as history to the future generations?
Where is this all leading to??
What is the world becoming?
He paused for a moment.
Stepped out from his world and started thinking about the world around him.
He shifted the pen to the top of the page.
Wrote "W for ......"
He then thinks for a while and goes back to adding more content:
The cheeks would no longer soak in the tears of disdain.
The weary torsos stand tall in the rain of pain.
The will power let them battle to the end and sustain!
The rage of persisting hope rises all over again!!
Peace prevails and washes off the bloodstains...
And finally, he realises... that W stands for... Wisdom!!
anna, kallu terpinchavu gaa asalu...wisdom is a tricky thing to attain and retain nevertheless.
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