Behind her she heard
screaming. Along with it came a sorrowful tide, that almost shook the ground. Standing
at the point where dawn and dusk seemed to meet, she had fixed her gaze on a
leafless tree growing on cold black soil. Mixed varied emotions engulfed her.
She admired the moist
blanket of moss and lichen that had covered the branches of an old tree. As she
turned around, she saw her body lying on ground amidst her loved ones. She
wanted to return, but it was time to leave. She tried but couldn’t be heard
anymore. Death had embraced her.
~~payal~~
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This ethereal view of death offers hope and comfort. Well done.
ReplyDeleteoh! Wow! nice portrayal .. very powerful 1oo words.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Ajay. :)
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