Tortured by scorching heat,
Once i stood under the peepal tree,
Its green boughs bant to caste shadow over my head,
I happen to see a crow also sitting there,
Lets it should do shit on my head,
I scolded it with anger,
Just then some one eles fled bhind me,
I called him and asked..
''WHO ARE YOU?''
''WHY ARE YOU FLEEING?''
He uttered..
''I M THE GHOST OF THIS PEEPAL TREE''
''AND AFRAID OF YOU I M FLEEING''
I said..''DONT MAKE A FUN''
'WHERE DO THE GHOST FEAR FROM THE MAN''
He said..
''EVERYONE AND EVERY WHERE FEAR FROM THE MAN''
''THE MAN EATS ANIMALS''
''IS POISONESS THAN SNAKE''
''EATS THE MAN BEING A MAN''
''HAS NO FEAR OF ALMIGHTY''
''IS SENISTER EVEN IN THE HOLY PLACE''
''DEMAND MONEY TO PERFORM HIS DUTY''
''WISHES TO LIVE AFTER DESTROYING THE WORLD WITH THE BOMB''
''WHAT COULD I DO EXCEPT FEARING FROM HIM''
''WHAT COULD I DO EXCEPT FERAING FROM HIM''
- Richa Gupta
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