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Lamb's Query

"Oh! Shepherd my lord
Where are you heading me in this ferocious storm?",
 The Little lamb's eyes had the sturdy glitter even during the visible upheaval around.
It was all the outcome of the unflinching faith that he bore in his tiny heart that
whatever may happen the robust arms of the Shepherd will as usual prove his sheath.
Since the little one was born those arms had  constantly guarded him from the strong winds and hounds.
As long as, he was held high by his vigorous Shepherd the lamb was blindfolded by a staunch trust that all pieces would fall in their respective places.
The Little one wasn't  worldly wise to fathom the plain fact that one outgrows the cradle be it of hands or wood.
The time was ripe when the Great Shepherd had to be ready to handle the newborn the other little lamb.
Since, he has others in queue as well to be fathered.
Before he could apprehend 
the Little lamb for the first time touched the uneven surface of the chosen wilderness, 
Still the faith in the hand that had just let him down was unfaltering and sound.
He looked up in dismay, 
But the good old Shepherd was already on His way.
The Little lamb for a while tried to follow the vanishing silhouette behind,
But soon he tripped and shrilly cried in vain,
he had no anticipation that what awaited him was the greatest pain.
The comfort zone,
his safe heaven was just a mirage, 
The real life was going to be for him for sure a strife in the wild,
Since the wilderness had hidden challenges, 
The grass of course was fresh and green
But wolves were the undisputed rulers of the deadly wilderness. 
The only two visible outlets were either to submit to the voracious wolves,
or to hide his skin behind the savage growth.
The third one the invisible one was the most difficult to tread upon.
It was to brave the outcome and fight out with his fate,
by shunning his basic soft ways.
The Little lamb had still the unanswered query if he had to be left aloof to scuffle why so far he was taken care of?
Little one had the little knowledge that he couldn't stay little forever.
He had to grow and grapple ,
Plummet and ascend,
and the principle of the wild, ' Survival of the fittest' he had to comprehend,
and that only then the salvation could be hauled in that cruel wilderness. 















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