The Assassin and The Pin of Velleity
Chapter 2 (part 2)
The large cabin in Kobayashi tower belongs to Mr. M, the most notorious drug lord who wears the facade of a big businessman in the days and turns into his real self at night. Toya stands in his cabin watching Mr. M lightning up his huge cigar and taking a drag on it with his unusually large lips, somehow the only opening to his otherwise balloon-like face. His eyes and nose seem nonexistent as if drawn with a marker on sculpture rather than solid clay.
The walls of his cabin have majestic decorations, some of the highest-paid paintings hang there. Toya finds them senseless as they look like a ten-year-old have scrapped his crayon on the canvas at best. Along with the paintings, there are heads of various animals, tiger, deer, and lion all lined up on his wall beside the grotesque painting of a murder scene.
Toya wonders if his head would be the next and then swallows hard, his back stretched with tension. He looks the other way to try and take his mind off from the fearsome thoughts. He looks at the windows, they are covered with silk drapings perhaps costing more than what Toya has earned all through his life, he swallows again, this time it feels like he had swallowed a mouth full of sand, shifting his glance to the Mr. M's work desk, a piece of beauty. Mr. M enjoys killing people by banging their heads on this table he recalls and all of a sudden the beauty of the table vanishes.
The chair on which Mr. M has been sitting all these while creaks under his weight as he leans back. Mr. M has a round body just like his face and with a weight of 250 pounds, he looks like a bull ready to horn you to death.
After a long lingering silence Mr. M finally speaks, "You failed again!" He says chewing bitterly at his cigar in anger.
"Yes" Toya stammers and nods timidly, his eyes strictly focused on the floor not daring to look up.
"You are trying to tell me that three brilliant assassins couldn't kill a barely adult boy?" He bangs on the work table infuriated by the repeated failure to kill Hitori, his voice booming and echoing in the cabin.
"The boy is not ordinary sir. Out of the three assassins we sent to get him none came back. When we tried to find them out the only thing that we found was a left foot, ankle-down stuck in a bloodied shoe. To what happened to the rest of his body we don't know. That boy is pure evil sir, he's a monster." Toya replies, the image of the torn off foot swimming in his head as if plastered there.
The foot was the single most horrid thing he has watched in his life, it was unbelievable the way it must have been severed from the body. There were no signs of it being cut by a sharp tool or even teeth or nails, it was just torn off like it must've been pulled apart from the body. First, the skin must have torn apart like a rubber stretches out after getting pulled beyond its limit, spiders crawl up his body thinking about it. It must have lead to a blood spill, then the ligaments, muscles, and then finally the bone must have broken with a sound of snap!
He cringes at the thought, needles prick the back of his neck and his calf, his ears wiggle in irritation. What would the sound of his screams have looked like? Oh the pain, the suffering! Thinking all this makes Toya's stomach churn uncomfortably even though he had been in the business of killing people for 30 years now.
Author's note: I tried to work on all the suggestions I received in the earlier parts of the story.
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Chapter 2 (part 2)
The large cabin in Kobayashi tower belongs to Mr. M, the most notorious drug lord who wears the facade of a big businessman in the days and turns into his real self at night. Toya stands in his cabin watching Mr. M lightning up his huge cigar and taking a drag on it with his unusually large lips, somehow the only opening to his otherwise balloon-like face. His eyes and nose seem nonexistent as if drawn with a marker on sculpture rather than solid clay.
The walls of his cabin have majestic decorations, some of the highest-paid paintings hang there. Toya finds them senseless as they look like a ten-year-old have scrapped his crayon on the canvas at best. Along with the paintings, there are heads of various animals, tiger, deer, and lion all lined up on his wall beside the grotesque painting of a murder scene.
Toya wonders if his head would be the next and then swallows hard, his back stretched with tension. He looks the other way to try and take his mind off from the fearsome thoughts. He looks at the windows, they are covered with silk drapings perhaps costing more than what Toya has earned all through his life, he swallows again, this time it feels like he had swallowed a mouth full of sand, shifting his glance to the Mr. M's work desk, a piece of beauty. Mr. M enjoys killing people by banging their heads on this table he recalls and all of a sudden the beauty of the table vanishes.
The chair on which Mr. M has been sitting all these while creaks under his weight as he leans back. Mr. M has a round body just like his face and with a weight of 250 pounds, he looks like a bull ready to horn you to death.
After a long lingering silence Mr. M finally speaks, "You failed again!" He says chewing bitterly at his cigar in anger.
"Yes" Toya stammers and nods timidly, his eyes strictly focused on the floor not daring to look up.
"You are trying to tell me that three brilliant assassins couldn't kill a barely adult boy?" He bangs on the work table infuriated by the repeated failure to kill Hitori, his voice booming and echoing in the cabin.
"The boy is not ordinary sir. Out of the three assassins we sent to get him none came back. When we tried to find them out the only thing that we found was a left foot, ankle-down stuck in a bloodied shoe. To what happened to the rest of his body we don't know. That boy is pure evil sir, he's a monster." Toya replies, the image of the torn off foot swimming in his head as if plastered there.
The foot was the single most horrid thing he has watched in his life, it was unbelievable the way it must have been severed from the body. There were no signs of it being cut by a sharp tool or even teeth or nails, it was just torn off like it must've been pulled apart from the body. First, the skin must have torn apart like a rubber stretches out after getting pulled beyond its limit, spiders crawl up his body thinking about it. It must have lead to a blood spill, then the ligaments, muscles, and then finally the bone must have broken with a sound of snap!
He cringes at the thought, needles prick the back of his neck and his calf, his ears wiggle in irritation. What would the sound of his screams have looked like? Oh the pain, the suffering! Thinking all this makes Toya's stomach churn uncomfortably even though he had been in the business of killing people for 30 years now.
Author's note: I tried to work on all the suggestions I received in the earlier parts of the story.
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(A SMALL STORY OF A BOY WHO FORGOT TO WAKE UP HER GIRL THIS MORNING)
I know you hate,
But I am not lying mate,
I am sorry that I didn't make it,
Inside it feels like shitttt,
I am really sorry form bottom of my heart.
Inside deep it really pierced me apart.
I am feeling so bad right now,
Continuing thinking this happened but how?
I was happy at night,
Excited to wake you up in light,
Don't know how it all got destroyed,
Deep inside it feels like void.
I know I am not worth of forgive,
But I will ask god to make me this moment relive,
So that I can make the mistake correct,
And so everything becomes according to which I expect.
I know this all seems fake, because I really couldn't make.
I would always be thinking about this moment,
And I felt like I lost the battle to th e opponent.
Sorry my deepest apologies.
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I know you hate,
But I am not lying mate,
I am sorry that I didn't make it,
Inside it feels like shitttt,
I am really sorry form bottom of my heart.
Inside deep it really pierced me apart.
I am feeling so bad right now,
Continuing thinking this happened but how?
I was happy at night,
Excited to wake you up in light,
Don't know how it all got destroyed,
Deep inside it feels like void.
I know I am not worth of forgive,
But I will ask god to make me this moment relive,
So that I can make the mistake correct,
And so everything becomes according to which I expect.
I know this all seems fake, because I really couldn't make.
I would always be thinking about this moment,
And I felt like I lost the battle to th e opponent.
Sorry my deepest apologies.
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Letters of the dead
Letter 1
🔸To the girl who walked away🔸
Why did i thought you would stick around after that? Well it was because you said you would, but i shouldn't have believed that should i now? you told me to show you my demons, you said you would love me no matter what. you told me scars can be beautiful too. you convinced me that is what love is, sharing it all, being one. look where that led us though? why did you walk away after making a promise? Why did you make me believe i can have good, why did you say i can have that heaven if you were to take it away? I am curious.
From your shadow
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Letter 1
🔸To the girl who walked away🔸
Why did i thought you would stick around after that? Well it was because you said you would, but i shouldn't have believed that should i now? you told me to show you my demons, you said you would love me no matter what. you told me scars can be beautiful too. you convinced me that is what love is, sharing it all, being one. look where that led us though? why did you walk away after making a promise? Why did you make me believe i can have good, why did you say i can have that heaven if you were to take it away? I am curious.
From your shadow
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Letters of the dead
A letter from her
🔸To the guy who have the guts.🔸
I am impressed you wrote me this letter. You actually don't know why i walked away? Your scars, your demons are the ones that cost me my family, my dad and yet you have the guts to ask me why i walked away? ... it is because of you, your demons are the reason i don't see my dad anymore. It is because your scars are the reason i don't go to sleep at night, it is because of your demons i see my mom mindless, out of life everyday. It is because of you i have lost my self. You are the reason i will never be happy, you are the reason that i have a scared soul, heart and life. You want to know why i walked away? well that is why, because u are my scar.
Gabby
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A letter from her
🔸To the guy who have the guts.🔸
I am impressed you wrote me this letter. You actually don't know why i walked away? Your scars, your demons are the ones that cost me my family, my dad and yet you have the guts to ask me why i walked away? ... it is because of you, your demons are the reason i don't see my dad anymore. It is because your scars are the reason i don't go to sleep at night, it is because of your demons i see my mom mindless, out of life everyday. It is because of you i have lost my self. You are the reason i will never be happy, you are the reason that i have a scared soul, heart and life. You want to know why i walked away? well that is why, because u are my scar.
Gabby
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It hurts. It hurts so damn much. I saw your lifeless body. Damn me! But you never said I can’t. I tried. I tried so damn much. But I saw only myself. Tired, exhausted, lost, fatigued, peaceful. Wake up. Open your eyes and I could go on pretending again, I don’t know you, Manav. You were love. I grew up watching you. The sky is full of stars and you are no where. You said till the sky is full of the stars you would be there but you lied. You didn’t tell. You were cornered. I didn’t care. You were hurting. Now, I am hurting. Its been three days and my headache won’t stop. Each time, I go to eat, I remember you would never eat again. I broke down in front of my mother. Might be the first time I cried in front of my mother. I cant help it. You were not just a person on the screen. You were me. Full of life, full of dreams. I am opening my book and I close it. What should I do so I never meet those people? What should I do so no more dreams are crushed? I can’t believe yet. Four suicides aren’t coincidence but I cant neglect your situation. You were hurting. You took your life or someone else did it. I don’t care. I just want to tell you, you weren’t you. You were we. You were kind and compassionate. You were full of sympathy and empathy. Oh, how much I hate myself for not telling you how much I loved you. If I had told you I love you each day, would it had made a difference? Would you have been here? Among us. Curse me! I didn’t even know you lived so close to my house. I didn’t even know I walked those streets each day. How many of such lives I walk out of everyday and live in ignorance. You are one against the million, you know that, don’t you? I don’t even know what should I do now? In this world of hatred and violence, should I extend a hand of love and compassion? But how? How should I tell somebody you aren’t alone? I will love you, believe in you, walk along you and fight for you. How should I let anybody know? Why didn’t anybody teach me? Why did everybody embraced me when I laughed and bullied me when I cried? Why did everybody gave attention when I was angry and frustrated when I was sulking? Why I was a coward when I was sweet and brave when I fought? How do I tell someone embrace me even when I cry, give me attention even if I sulk, pat my back even if I am sweet? If you did, I will still be your brave, worthy, son or brother or husband. Don’t take care of my food or clothes or my room, take care of me. Tell me, it’s okay to lose. Its okay to back down. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel. Tell us, it’s okay to live. It’s okay to breathe.
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All the day and nights have gone thinking where the teaching has gone wrong that's why your words are stinking. No droplets of water are impure until they touch the surface of earth. No child is wrong until they touch the surface of conditioning of this world.
Whenever there is knock at the door, we all feel happy and surprise, and take time to arrange things to actually organize. Sooner or later, we have forgotten our true self, and we have closed our real personalities in the cupboard in different shelf.
Life is really not a debate its actually more of picking up the right bullets from the enemy's death crate.
*PUBG*. Arguments and arguments wouldn't take us anywhere, but definitely would snatch our peace and health care. A ray of light can be useful for the person who was in darkness from last 1 year but it cannot be useful for the person who is blind. A word of voice can be useful for a person who is in darkness amd is blind from 1 last year but cannot for the person who can see. A right approach towards life makes us fail in short term but always make us successful in long term. I and most of the people can only shake your vision for the life but cannot transform it as what lies inside of you only you know better. There can be days when you don't have anything and feel like lost, but don't ever forget the bigger the thing is, the higher is its cost.
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Whenever there is knock at the door, we all feel happy and surprise, and take time to arrange things to actually organize. Sooner or later, we have forgotten our true self, and we have closed our real personalities in the cupboard in different shelf.
Life is really not a debate its actually more of picking up the right bullets from the enemy's death crate.
*PUBG*. Arguments and arguments wouldn't take us anywhere, but definitely would snatch our peace and health care. A ray of light can be useful for the person who was in darkness from last 1 year but it cannot be useful for the person who is blind. A word of voice can be useful for a person who is in darkness amd is blind from 1 last year but cannot for the person who can see. A right approach towards life makes us fail in short term but always make us successful in long term. I and most of the people can only shake your vision for the life but cannot transform it as what lies inside of you only you know better. There can be days when you don't have anything and feel like lost, but don't ever forget the bigger the thing is, the higher is its cost.
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Nature
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.
As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.
I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.
It's days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it's moments like these I want to clutch.
For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave
Credits @The_toxic_guy
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The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.
As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.
I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.
It's days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it's moments like these I want to clutch.
For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave
Credits @The_toxic_guy
#AK #review @poetry
The Nature
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.
As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.
I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.
It's days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it's moments like these I want to clutch.
For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave
Credits angad khanuja - The_toxic_guy
#AK #review #poetry
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.
As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.
I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.
It's days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it's moments like these I want to clutch.
For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave
Credits angad khanuja - The_toxic_guy
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PENNILESS
He sat there holding a cardboard saying 'Beg For Money'. The bowl was empty and penniless. I realize that an empty bowl would obviously be penniless. But I just can't help not emphasizing the metaphorical resonance it shares with my life.
I lent him a dollar and he said "keep living, young man".
Empty be the bowl for I, albeit for he, 'tis penniless.
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He sat there holding a cardboard saying 'Beg For Money'. The bowl was empty and penniless. I realize that an empty bowl would obviously be penniless. But I just can't help not emphasizing the metaphorical resonance it shares with my life.
I lent him a dollar and he said "keep living, young man".
Empty be the bowl for I, albeit for he, 'tis penniless.
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Letter of the dead
Letter from him 2
🔸To the girl with the demons🔸
Now i am your demon? I remember to be your happiness, your world. I knew how bad my scars were.. i guess it is me who knew how deep they were not you, so maybe i should have known that those scars could cost me you. i was in haze with all the love i forgot i was a dark soul. You gave me light. And with your letter not only did you take my only light,but you also have woken all my beasts. I don't think i will ever see light again. I don't want it anymore. All i wanted was you. i should have known that we were too good to be true. Sorry for causing you so much pain but i will never forgive you too.
Once your shadow
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Letter from him 2
🔸To the girl with the demons🔸
Now i am your demon? I remember to be your happiness, your world. I knew how bad my scars were.. i guess it is me who knew how deep they were not you, so maybe i should have known that those scars could cost me you. i was in haze with all the love i forgot i was a dark soul. You gave me light. And with your letter not only did you take my only light,but you also have woken all my beasts. I don't think i will ever see light again. I don't want it anymore. All i wanted was you. i should have known that we were too good to be true. Sorry for causing you so much pain but i will never forgive you too.
Once your shadow
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For the love of My Nation
In the mists of war, I pray
I pray for those who died
The brave, the bold, the Courageous
The one who made the ultimate sacrifice
For once you never thought of your family
For once you never Flinched
For you did know the price for freedom
Price given by a life
You lived a life and died in pride
From you the nation learns how to keep duty first and family aside
From you we know the reality of our unwelcomed guest
Your life is nothing but nation biggest bequest
The candle spread light
So, did you
The stars twinkle
So, would you
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In the mists of war, I pray
I pray for those who died
The brave, the bold, the Courageous
The one who made the ultimate sacrifice
For once you never thought of your family
For once you never Flinched
For you did know the price for freedom
Price given by a life
You lived a life and died in pride
From you the nation learns how to keep duty first and family aside
From you we know the reality of our unwelcomed guest
Your life is nothing but nation biggest bequest
The candle spread light
So, did you
The stars twinkle
So, would you
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Title: Butterfly Fly Today
Butterfly fly today
Haul my dreams and take to the skies
Let the Kingdom High hear my cries
For freedom and success, to rescue me from this languid and desultory existence
Bring me back thy iridescent & multi-hued self
With good luck and great news
To still the agony of my lonely heart
With success and a fresh new start, with freedom from my tessellated past.
Lend me your secret, O my friend
To shed my frightful and friendless form
To break mine cocoon of insecurity and fear
And rise a proud and social butterfly
Beautiful and itinerant, this instant here and the next minute there
Tasting the ambrosia of triumph
From the fragrant blossoms in tranquil fields everywhere
Butterfly fly today!
By
S. SAI RAM KIRAN
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Butterfly fly today
Haul my dreams and take to the skies
Let the Kingdom High hear my cries
For freedom and success, to rescue me from this languid and desultory existence
Bring me back thy iridescent & multi-hued self
With good luck and great news
To still the agony of my lonely heart
With success and a fresh new start, with freedom from my tessellated past.
Lend me your secret, O my friend
To shed my frightful and friendless form
To break mine cocoon of insecurity and fear
And rise a proud and social butterfly
Beautiful and itinerant, this instant here and the next minute there
Tasting the ambrosia of triumph
From the fragrant blossoms in tranquil fields everywhere
Butterfly fly today!
By
S. SAI RAM KIRAN
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darkness
I see it flapping feathers,
just a few inches away from my face.
Mama says it is a third world phenomenon.
I soo wish it can be true!
I see my fingers touching the surface.
Why can't I feel it?
It's like something is crawling inside me.
Like I am losing a race before it started.
oh I wish
so I wish
that my words can speak......
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I see it flapping feathers,
just a few inches away from my face.
Mama says it is a third world phenomenon.
I soo wish it can be true!
I see my fingers touching the surface.
Why can't I feel it?
It's like something is crawling inside me.
Like I am losing a race before it started.
oh I wish
so I wish
that my words can speak......
#mentalhealth #review #kk
I'm finally able to protect my own spark, to keep a tiny spot shining in the dark.
I can finally hear the chirping birds in the rain, and see the blooming flowers amidst the fog again.
A little bit of clarity and some piece of mind, my own space where my true self I can find.
Now I dare to peek from the door's lock.
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I can finally hear the chirping birds in the rain, and see the blooming flowers amidst the fog again.
A little bit of clarity and some piece of mind, my own space where my true self I can find.
Now I dare to peek from the door's lock.
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Shining
'Why's it so cold dady?' little Shia asks, shivering. The rain is pouring outside, the raindrops falling with intensity of bullets coming out of machine guns. It has been raining cats and dogs for a week. The water was everywhere, even in their own house. The supply of food has run out and all they could feel was the numbness from the cold.
The poor man looks through the torn roof at the darkened sky. 'Because the sun is not up yet' he says with a saddened look on his face. 'Why dad?" Shia asks innocently. The poor man thinks hard, 'Why?'. He had to keep talking to Shia, she has caught a high fever, the cold has been particularly hard on her and now the rain, he was afraid that if she closes her eyes she'd never open them again.
'He must have become lazy because of the rain.' the poor man replies. Shia tries to say something but breaks into a coughing fit. The man gets concerned, the lines of worry etched across his face. He takes his daughter in his arm and hugs her tightly so that the cold spell would not touch her. Her tremors shakes his heart in a devastating earthquakes. Not a piece of warm clothing was left in the house that wasn't soaked, they had to sit in a corner at some height to keep above the surface.
As he keeps his daughter close he feels comforted and dozes off with only one thing in his mind, he need the sun to come out for his daughter.
When he opens his eyes Shia is already on her feet searching for something, rain is still pattering on the roof and glass windows, it's still intensely cold but Shia looks alright. 'What are you doing?' the man asks Shia. 'Trying to find an umbrella' she replies sweetly, "Why?" The poor man asks.
'I don't think the sun is lazy' she replies, 'so I'm going to go out and check on him if he is ok or whether he has caught cold?' hearing her daughter's reply the man's heart softens and tears well up his eyes. He feels proud of her for caring about others while she was herself cold.
He looks up at the sky and suddenly an idea pops up into his head, what if?... He thinks deeply cupping his chin. Then he suddenly gets up finds a ladder and the umbrella, he was going to make the sun shine. He climbs the ladder and covers the sun with his umbrella so the rain wouldn't touch it.
A cold drop drops on top of the man's nose waking him up from his slumber, the birds are chirping in the distance and the sun is shining in front of him. It's warm again, he looks towards the umbrella sitting right beside him and questions himself, did he really do that?
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'Why's it so cold dady?' little Shia asks, shivering. The rain is pouring outside, the raindrops falling with intensity of bullets coming out of machine guns. It has been raining cats and dogs for a week. The water was everywhere, even in their own house. The supply of food has run out and all they could feel was the numbness from the cold.
The poor man looks through the torn roof at the darkened sky. 'Because the sun is not up yet' he says with a saddened look on his face. 'Why dad?" Shia asks innocently. The poor man thinks hard, 'Why?'. He had to keep talking to Shia, she has caught a high fever, the cold has been particularly hard on her and now the rain, he was afraid that if she closes her eyes she'd never open them again.
'He must have become lazy because of the rain.' the poor man replies. Shia tries to say something but breaks into a coughing fit. The man gets concerned, the lines of worry etched across his face. He takes his daughter in his arm and hugs her tightly so that the cold spell would not touch her. Her tremors shakes his heart in a devastating earthquakes. Not a piece of warm clothing was left in the house that wasn't soaked, they had to sit in a corner at some height to keep above the surface.
As he keeps his daughter close he feels comforted and dozes off with only one thing in his mind, he need the sun to come out for his daughter.
When he opens his eyes Shia is already on her feet searching for something, rain is still pattering on the roof and glass windows, it's still intensely cold but Shia looks alright. 'What are you doing?' the man asks Shia. 'Trying to find an umbrella' she replies sweetly, "Why?" The poor man asks.
'I don't think the sun is lazy' she replies, 'so I'm going to go out and check on him if he is ok or whether he has caught cold?' hearing her daughter's reply the man's heart softens and tears well up his eyes. He feels proud of her for caring about others while she was herself cold.
He looks up at the sky and suddenly an idea pops up into his head, what if?... He thinks deeply cupping his chin. Then he suddenly gets up finds a ladder and the umbrella, he was going to make the sun shine. He climbs the ladder and covers the sun with his umbrella so the rain wouldn't touch it.
A cold drop drops on top of the man's nose waking him up from his slumber, the birds are chirping in the distance and the sun is shining in front of him. It's warm again, he looks towards the umbrella sitting right beside him and questions himself, did he really do that?
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Life of a Soldier
Fearless and unassuming,
marches on the soldier.
For before lead hardens,
first it has to solder.
Hard enough as he trains,
his mind is full of thoughts in trains.
Why are there wars?
Why are there disputes?
Why do men fight?
Why is there no end to this equation?
Why do we let lead lead our destiny?
Why?
So many questions,
yet unanswered.
The soldier has to fight,
unknowing of his plight,
His life a pawn on a chess board,
a mere drop in an endless ocean.
Gone but never forgotten,
lost, but a sacrifice given.
Betrayal of the cause of peace,
for a price so great.
In gratitude forever we are,
indebted we remain,
to these loyal and valiant heroes.
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Fearless and unassuming,
marches on the soldier.
For before lead hardens,
first it has to solder.
Hard enough as he trains,
his mind is full of thoughts in trains.
Why are there wars?
Why are there disputes?
Why do men fight?
Why is there no end to this equation?
Why do we let lead lead our destiny?
Why?
So many questions,
yet unanswered.
The soldier has to fight,
unknowing of his plight,
His life a pawn on a chess board,
a mere drop in an endless ocean.
Gone but never forgotten,
lost, but a sacrifice given.
Betrayal of the cause of peace,
for a price so great.
In gratitude forever we are,
indebted we remain,
to these loyal and valiant heroes.
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A breath away
I told you i was a breath away
On the day i cried alone -
Hiding in the cave of my arms
While your shoulder was -
Pillar for someone else
On the day i begged you with my eyes
To spare me of all the misery
Your face advertising happiness
You laughed on my weakness
On the day i told you i might die
When i crawled for you to spare me another day
On the day i told you i was a breath away
That, that was my unsaid goodbye
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I told you i was a breath away
On the day i cried alone -
Hiding in the cave of my arms
While your shoulder was -
Pillar for someone else
On the day i begged you with my eyes
To spare me of all the misery
Your face advertising happiness
You laughed on my weakness
On the day i told you i might die
When i crawled for you to spare me another day
On the day i told you i was a breath away
That, that was my unsaid goodbye
#wca #wcpp #review #poem #kido