Gigantic beautiful Animal
HE was groaning from pain, scratches of wounds were conspicuous on his body, bleeding was continuing from various parts of his limbs, HE was so gigantic that HE was unable to move, HE was bearing every type of flicks on his body silently without knowing his crime, his mistakes, or any other reason for which HE had been being punished by hands of his own owners, HE was tongue less captive , unable to ask the reason of punishment. Whenever HE looked up around to his owners who used to travel on his shoulders when they were child, HE gets surprised over their blood thirsty look. HE was unable to understand reasons of their callous behavior, the exact reason of hatred among his owners towards him.
HE tries to dig out the truth behind his debilitating condition, his immense torture, reason behind disfiguring his beautiful body. Insipid smiles come on his lips, tear flow on his large face of gigantic body, HE looked at his gigantic belly, HE stops thinking for a moment. HE concentrated twice, thrice about his stomach and the amount of food his body needed. HE remembered the scuffle among his owners over sharing of food for him. HE frowns on stupidity of his owners HE says to his owners from his own language 'if you don't have capacity to feed me stomach full. I have no problem, I have no grievance, My creator has given me strong body that I could live my life on small meal too but don't flick on my body, don't torture me, don't stab on my parts of body, try to understand I am getting weaker on your every aggressive step. Try to understand who made you anger, who are making you mad, Do you think me responsible for your condition, did you forget when you were child and travel on my back, caressing my every part of body with love, if you cannot love me, you don't like to caress in same way, I don't mind but at least let me live, why are you after me reducing my life.
HE remembers the period when HE was strong, sturdy, young, people used to come to watch his unique beauty, his generosity to giving his shoulder to everyone to sit upon him, people felt elated, they used to attain peace sitting, prostrating upon him. HE remembers the people, the owners who used to take care of him on those days. HE felt proud and elated when HE would find himself neat clean, special servant was deputed for washing his body, ornate him with different type of cushions, HE never objected on weight of ornaments which was put on his back. HE never objected over generosity of owners when neighbors would utilize him on eve of marriage and on the other occasion. HE still didn't forget the couplet small kids used to recite climbing on his shoulder
Aata Hai Yaad Mujhko Guzra Hua Zamana
Woh Baagh ki Baharein Who Sab Ka Chahchana.
Suddenly why did mentality of same kids now change ? Why did they begin to hate him ? Who has mucked their mind ? HE cranes his neck out of his gigantic cage looking out to see his neighborhood. HE bows down his head as HE is unable to face his old companions as well as new arrivals, his scares begins to pain much, HE looks at his mutilated body immediately HE brings back his neck in his cage.
HE doesn't blame his present owners for his plight as HE knows that his big belly are becoming hurdle for small kids whom circumstances didn't allow them to come up on position to feed him. HE looked around in search of those who directly or indirectly attached to him. HE digs deep in finding out someone among owners who can quench his hunger and commiserate over his plight. His efforts go in vain as HE finds no one who could mend his wounds, feed him better. HE realizes that HE cannot not be obliterated so easily but HE thinks that couple of mighty, in behind clandestinely determined to utilize immature owners to stab him vigorously to destroy his limbs, distort his figure. When HE looks himself helpless, HE eventually asks specific people even if they succeed in destroying his figure, will they be able to bring back same originality, same charm as HE looked like before.
HE asks his owners sitting upon him.' You are in position to make or bring artificial limbs for me after destroying my original limbs but did you ever think of others who had also played on my shoulder. Are they in position to bring or make new limbs for me, can give me a new shape. HE finds himself in dilemma as to what HE should do ? Should HE be let him go the way his owners want or tell him clearly to slay me completely and bring artificial limbs to give me a new shape, instead of torturing me, stabbing me from behind, front, here and there. HE is afraid that raining and dust of storms which have enough potential to aggravate his wounds further in future. He needs protection but unable make out right one among his caretakers whom HE could express his concern.
Sometimes HE angrily says to his owners ' If you are failed to make your own identity you have no right to destroy my own identity. His eye searches his creator then he laughs on his own stupidity he eventually realizes his mistake getting angry over his own owners. HE says to his captivators to stop their tyranny, let him live in peace. HE recites same couplet what kids used to recite sitting on his back when HE was sturdy, young attractive:
Azaad Mujh Ko Karde O Qaid Karne Waale
Main Bezabaan Hoon Qaidi Tu Chhod Ker Dua Le
The End
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