The Kind They Bury Alive

Comment :Throughout my life i insisted them trying to make them learn but it was ominous that this day would come when they would set my tryst with destiny.


So,they are finally doing this.


With a frozen corpse like stature,my bleak eyes first caught sight of the glaring moon through the excessively thick foliage of the lean dark tree,perched by an owl. Captured by a little more senses,i realised that i lied in a 4 feet bottomed rectangular pit,pestiferous and grim. I let those blood suckers feed off the leaking blood from my gaping wounds,some of which deep enough to expose my bones to air through the bitterly ripped-off clothes which draped me.

Let some souls be satiated.

I saw them,and heard them ,they were many ,perhaps the entire mankind,with shovels,dressed in black,collecting earth in heaps.I could overhear them chattering,they were chirping and they seemed to be relieved after their victory,cheering the day they crucify their downpull.

Every humanly interaction seemed a business there.The priest charged hefty and insisted that this auspicious ocassion should not be marred by the oggling eyes of the down-trodden,sick and the poor.They were not allowed to be in the vicinity.

I always worked my life to instill compassion,benevolence and charity in their hearts.I pushed them to hear the cries of those in disdain,those rued,those physically ,mentally incapacitated enough to recuperate themselvs.But they shunned me saying i was a bother.I was that thorn in their eyes that sometimes made them to do wanton acts.I had no point in arguing the case of removing menevolence and helping the needers when they got no incentive in return.They levied a case on me that declared it was my conspiracy to drain them of what was theirs only.

It was enough to get me buried alive.

Ironically,the people for whom i advocated got benefitted because all the arrangements for the D-day were made by the much-needy ones!!

Atleast they laughed together on this day.

I,PITY, might linger longer than they would have anticipated after all.

They poured those heaps of soil on me while i slept to sprout again once the times are fulfilling.

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