Raam

Non-conformance to mediocrity. Sunrays lulled by shroud of trees. Squiral rubs his nasals while looking up, to the sky. Grass blades soggy with tropical rain few hours ago. Infrequent quack of ducks break the subtle humdrum of the jungle. The liberal roots of the tree sagged into the pond and its image looked as though another tree grew from bed of the pond. Ponds generally overflew that the steps near its bank were never visible. But they were visible and were used once upon a time. The king of a small region, very brave, intelligent, philanthropic and so much un-earthly that his name akins god. He berefts his wife when she was pregnant because she spend years in the custody of a criminal, she was trapped and kidnapped. Now she was bereft and forlorn. Better was she earlier !!

The king no matter how philanthropic couldn't forgive his own wife. He couldn't imagine his wife being intimate, though coercively with another guy. The king no matter how divine, was so mediocre. He lived in mediocrity and divinity at the same time. No one discusses his death but I want to do that today. He lived a normal life after his wife. When he aged to a point where he felt, he is no more useful in this world. He goes to a jungle. He comes close to a pond with steps for its entrance. He bemuses, what he did his whole and what way has he affected the life of others. He witnesses the tree liberal roots are touching the pond. He witnesses the tree was upright. Looking unto the heaven. Looking unto the divinity of welkin. But it shrouded the sunrays. The sunrays, which were much more pious than the shroud it enshrouded. It captivated the pious rain.

That tree represented his own life. His rules, his followings, his philosophies enshrouded the humanity with some cozy and bounded shade. His philosophies cut off the growth and evolution in others. The liberal roots of the tree touched the pond, the muddy, insanitary water. His own life, he might have been very divine and philanthropic. But he berefted his own wife. His mediocrity lies there. His muddy and insanitary touch beckoned him to get dissolved in that pond and his legs effortlessly moved towards the center of the pond. Step by step, he bemused as though a drug addict gets toward something non-exisiting, shunya. He went on and got submerged in the water. For him, he attained solace. Without a pinch of pain. He dissolved in the water.