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Brothers | Nirabhra Neel

It was a freezing December night,I was lying on my cot, peering at the sky. I often wondered in my head, Why is the night so mysterious to my eyes? The glimmering stars and the soothing moonlight, The quiet wind and the mist so wide. The chilling cold and the darkness all around, Where do they all go during the daylight? I turned to my brother lying on a cot besides, I asked him "Brother what's up with the night?" Where do they all go when the sun comes out?" Why can't we see them during the daylight?" My brother looked at me with a smile so slight, I could barely see it behind his hazy eyes. He gazed at the sky as if staring upon our fate, Then took a deep breath and commenced the direful tale. "It's cursed this night, just like we are, It's ruled by another entity but wishes to go far. It has no value in anybody's heart, Just shunned by all like a useless tart." "On whom the sun took pity, Hence it's existence became known. Or else it would be nothing, Just an orphan ignored and unknown." "Ambitious stars which strain to emit light, But stand no chance once the sun shows its might. It has the moon attempting to announce its presence, But it's voice is too bleak against the warm day essence." "Where evil and enormity both breathe expediantly, And men of honor lose their soul.  Where remorseless creatures roam inherently, Their minds turning completely foul." "Choked with queer voices all over the place, Inducing a common passerby with fright. That's its endowment an utter disgrace, That's your ugly mysterious night." Desolated and broken by the narrative, I tried to gather myself again. I held my brother's gaze and asked,  "But will it ever change?" His eyes lost in pain and agony, Trying hard to hide the terror behind. He shook it away and answered my question, And it was exactly what I had feared in my mind. "The fate of these stars and this moon shall remain the same, Till this world ends and a new one begins. With a better heart and untainted soul, And a heap of wisdom to attain." "When man won't discard, The poor and the mucky. When life won't punish, The darker and unlucky."

"Maybe there will be a day, When we will be considered equals. When the moon would smile jovially, And sun equally gay." "But for an eternity as of now, Our mere existence is a maim. After all we are a spurious coin, And a pathetic living sin." Saying so my brother closed his eyes, I knew he wanted to say a lot. But chose to keep quiet, I kept on staring at the bare glimmering sky. I sweeped a last glance at the night, It's beauty knew no bounds. For a moment I wondered how it could be so elegant, And yet hide such hideous wounds. Absorbing this environment abhorred yet profound, I heaved a hollow sigh. And then I too closed my eyes, As a tear fell to the ground.


 
 
 
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