A mother goat’s last prayer

From the pen APN

“Now the sky is unclear. The air is dusty. The water is tasteless and the soil is barren. And this is so because man who walks upon earth is now hollow like scare crow.” said the mother goat to the kids. The kids could not understand what the word ‘HOLLOW’ really meant. Whether man is SELFISH or UNPRINCIPLED-The kids could not make out anything.

On the contrary, the kids were very happy with man because every day he would feed them on soft leaves of cabbage and fresh long green grass. Every day he would put the little goats on the weighing machine and then he would leave them again on the ground. The little goats would jump and play with gay abandon. They would bleat and then they would go near little plants to nibble young soft shoots. Man was more than a friend to them.  

One day, after weighing the goats, the man spotted the healthiest one and took that one with him. In the afternoon when the man returned, he was no more accompanied by the goat. But a blood soaked goat skin was visible in one hand and big bundles of green shoots were seen in the other hand. The man dumped those leafy shoots on the ground and the little goats happily started devouring the leaves.  

The mother goat knew that she and her family are meant for the hungry jaws of men. They are reared and raised so that they can be killed. Her eyes became teary but she knew that she had no stand before the mighty man who knows how to kill like a machine and who knows how to rob the nature of her resources and beauty.

One of the kids asked the doe (mother goat), “Why do you say that man is hollow?” The mother goat looked into the innocent eyes of her kid and told, “The man of this age carries in him the unfathomable emptiness of greed and selfishness. He is empty and hollow inside.”

The kid was confused and a little bit panicked at the appalling state of man. The kid asked anxiously, “Why has man become so empty inside?”

The mother goat explained to the little one that man has forgotten to live in harmony with Nature. Because of his greed the man is empty and the joy of his life is missing. She said, “Man cuts millions of trees, runs millions of industries, digs mines, pollutes water, kills many animals and sucks all the resources of nature, yet he is not happy. It is because his emptiness and greed grow every day.”

Blinking his eyes the kid asked, “Mother, what is Greed?”

The mother goat replied, “Greed may feed the senses but eats away the soul. Life on earth is a celebration of joy through sharing and caring but greed dries up the springs of life. ”

The sun was about to set in the west horizon. The sky was splattered in red with the last rays of the sinking sun. The goat skin, red in blood, was hanging on the walls of the man’s house. The mother goat was deeply hurt and shut her eyes in anguish. She was tearfully praying to God for her turn when she will also be thrown into the unquenchable flare of man’s greed. But she had a last wish that she should be taken to the abattoir before any of her kids.

A CLOUD THAT LOVED CHILDREN

From the pen APN

“When children smile the world smiles” said the floating cloud to the wind. And the cloud requested the wind to carry him to a suitable place where he can make children laugh, giggle and dance in joy. The wind swayed his head approvingly as a result the leaves of the trees nearby rustled merrily.  

The cloud had many rain drops in him but he did not like to pour his water on the village playground because it would make the playground unsuitable for children’s play. The cloud wanted all boys and girls to be the angel of joy and happiness. The cloud had resolved to bring smiles to many children. So he chose a dried pond nearby and told the West Wind, his friend, to carry him just above the dried pond. The cloud had thought that when his belly would burst and there would be a thunder storm, he would pour all the rain water into the dried pond.

The time came and the cloud burst. There was a terrible roll of thunder. With the rumbling of thunders the cloud emptied all the water into the pond lovingly thinking of the children. The rain drops fell into a pond and now the pond was full of water. The cloud was no more seen in the sky. It had welcomed death to fall into the pond in the form of rain drops. The cloud had embraced death peacefully dreaming happy children playing and swimming in a pond brimming with water.   

Next day the sun shined in the sky gloriously. The rippling waters of the pond reflected the golden sun-shine to the trees standing at the pond side. A group of children came to the pond dancing and hoping. Some of them dived into the water and sprinkled water on each other playfully. Some children swam in the water giggling and some other children floated paper boats in the pond. They all made the noise of joy and celebration. Many birds came from different directions and started chirping. A small flower plant which was withering a few days back now looked fresh and a few butterflies were seen hovering around it. In short, the place had just become heaven like with a new touch of life-giving water.

In that joyous atmosphere a big painted lady butterfly was chasing a small orange sulfur butterfly. They flew round and round for a while. A moment later the small orange sulfur butterfly sat on a nearby flower and sipped nectar. The nectar was sweeter than honey. The little butterfly asked the flower in surprise, “How could the nectar flowing in you be so sweet? It is so magical.” The flower replied, “My nectar is made from the waters of a cloud that loved children so much.” The flower looked at the pond where the children were merry-making and the flower continued,” The cloud had the last wish to make all children happy and that WISH had made this place heaven.” The butterfly was enchanted. Now it flew to the pond and out of curiosity sucked a little water from the pond. The water tasted like heaven. And the next moment the butterfly could realize

how deeply the cloud loved the children. The butterfly flew happily after drinking the sweet water of the pond. And while flying through the gentle wind the butterfly sang a song that told, “Mother Nature gives everything/ To see all her children smiling.”  

DROPPING OFF THE SHIELD OF INNOCENCE

(A mini-story)
From the pen APN

 She was a charming girl. She had grace and very beautiful smiles. She looked innocent. But as you know no girl on earth is innocent or remains innocent for long, she also denied remaining innocent any longer. Soon she cast off her innocence and proved that she also belongs to the common category. And she is no different from others. 

Few days back, I used to compliment her because I wanted to make her goodness shine more brightly. Slowly she gained more confidence and competence. She looked more beautiful and felt more brilliant. And one day she thought that by not valuing my appreciation she could cause me pain. 

Most girls do posses such dangerous traits to devalue their admirers’ worth. And I call this attitude the DROPPING OFF THE SHIELD OF INNOCENCE. Be aware of them. Never take such incidents to your heart. 

This evening she saw me and turned her face to other side engaging her eyes irrelevantly. I walked past her but she did not acknowledge my presence. I smiled at the folly of that girl because she miscalculated my worth. I am not what she understood me and she is not what I used to think.

I WILL SURELY FIND YOU STANDING BY MY SIDE.......

From the pen APN (Written on 10.02.2015) 

Tears in your eyes made me put my hands on your shoulder softly and silently. I could now feel the softness of your shoulder and the pain in your heart. My heart’s closeness to you demanded of me to hold you gently and stay with you. You were already silent with your face downward and eyes closed. So I closed my eyes too and prayed with all my heart in your silent presence.  

I wanted to connect myself with the creator who sat in the high skies and assured all the mortals that WHEN EVERYTHING IS LOST THE FUTURE STILL REMAINS.

Time was moving ahead like the beads of a rosary. In the depths of silence my whole world had come to a standstill. At the same time a new hope emerged from inside that proclaimed the daredevil’s word, “Together we can challenge the world.”Now I was imagining more vividly that   in your softness I had found the greatest strength of my life. Both of us sat prayerfully and imagined how a new world shines above this world where we were daily assassinated mentally, emotionally and spiritually. We thought to set out for that ideal world together.

The sun was slowly rising above the horizon. A new day was taking shape. I slowly got up still holding your palm from that dreamy state of mind. The wind blew our hair. You too got up looking into my eyes and we started walking together. The cold night had already passed away and the warmth of the golden sun had made the world exquisitely beautiful and sunny. Two birds were singing harmoniously sitting on a branch. Now you looked at me and told, “If I close my eyes I am not sure whether I shall open them again or not but I am sure of one thing that whenever I open my eyes I will surely find you standing by my side.” I smiled and looked high into the distant sky and uttered the word, “TATHASTU.”

N.B. ‘TATHASTU’ is a Sanskrit word that means, “Let it happen.” And is used while granting a boon.     

In praise of a calm face

In the calmness of her face the nagging pains of life are forgotten. In her modest smile the spring season is set around. And when she walks away I miss her as someone so close to my heart.

I know it very well that only for a short while I will walk with her while gently sharing her smiles, silences and her thoughtfully concerned expressions. But I will always hold her in my good opinion and the memory of being with her will be my greatest joy.

She understands what pains me. She slowly expresses that she cares for me. In her silent expressions she looks like a pink rose that is refreshed in the early morning’s dew drops.

Today she had combed her hair in a different style. But that style did not go well with her sweet face. I wanted to see her as she was in her first day. I wanted to see her as she was- unchanged and uncorrupted. But change is inevitable. She will change slowly and slowly and the pristine beauty will be mixed with the mud and impurities of the adult world.

By the time that happens I wish that I am at a farther distance from her and I remain ignorant of her change. And I am still lovingly lost in her purest of pure smiles, innocent looks and incomprehensible love.