It was a cold chilly morning. He rose up from his bed, from his deep sleep where there was a line of dreams awaiting for him. It was the only day he woke up on his own. Yes, he got up feeling chilling cold.
One peculiar thing in him was that he loved night more than day. He did not know when he had last seen his father or mother. He didn't even know when he had last heard any sound or word from anyone. Similarly, he didn't know when he had got enough food though rotten or stale. He did not know who exactly he was. He had not even had a full breath. Every day was full of difficulties. It was always the same. There was some suffocation inside him. He was buried inside himself. He possessed nothing at all. There was no one to help him in the midst of crowd. Seeing this,
we get confused to classify life — a flower or a thorn? Truly his life was always in the midst of thorns.
But today his life has been different. He has got rid of all difficulties; he has been of some use. Yes, his dream came true. Today the life that was so rude to him is now no more. The life that gave him all those difficulties is not there. Today he need not gaze everywhere for food; he need not see that cruel world; he need not hear those rude voices and the greatest thing that he has achieved so far is that he need not live. He can sleep forever and dream forever. None will be able to wake him up. Today there will be no day for him and there will be night forever. That suffocation is Oven Today is the happiest day for him. He has become able to be free from himself. Now the vultures are living on the garbage Without his blanket and are snatching his body for flesh. He remained silent during his lifetime but
has fed his lifetime but today he has been able to Show this cruel world that he has fed his own body to some creatures. It is really a great blow to this selfish world.
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