Giving Wings To Dreams

Our beautiful planet Earth, when created by the Almighty, was free from any dividing lines that segregated one place from another. There were, for sure, different landscapes which were perhaps meant to beautify, to add variety to the scenery. There weren’t any boundaries or borders to divide one nation from another. All creatures ruled the planet. But the best creation of God, i.e. we the humans, with the exclusive power of rationalizing, made divisions, created boundaries, built fortresses, and set chasms of differences. In spite of that, the flow of masses from one region to another, one state to another, one country or continent to another, continued for multiple reasons—sometimes for safety, better health facilities, and sometimes for better prospects. This trend especially encouraged the youth of developing nations to leap towards the developed ones. This migration, be it from a village to a town or city, inter-state, or from one country to another, isn’t easy. It’s akin to uproot...

A puppet has no say A soulless object Which's not supposed to ever have its way, And is often manipulated as a puppeteer's project. It has to move and dance strictly on the lines drawn by the hand that holds it. Hands might change, Puppet's destiny still stays the same, She is no better than a game. A toy, an entertainment as long as spectators feel cheery. If once by some external force a string of its gets torn, Puppeteer feels it's just a liability better not to be borne. In a far-off niche or an attic it's ruthlessly flung or savagely thrown, Since it's of no more use to the hand it had previously adorned. The world has no use for the one that has loose strings. The puppet is for sure doomed like a bird with a broken wing, Which can't anymore fly towards the blue sky. Little did the puppeteer realize that it was either his harsh pull or rough try That puppet can't anymore comply. Grace be to God, Who endowed the puppeteer with the knack to sew and de...