nirbhay

Its raining again. I wish it could fill  it each and every molecules in my body which was torn away so that I rehydrate and rejuvenate. Me the fallen seed from the heart of my mom was drawn away mysteriously by the ruthless hand of wind the most powerful. I was covered with the stigma  which I had never known about before.i was dropped in a dumpyard fo my shock.all I could hear is the deadly merciless yelling and thhe plaeding cries.l felt like I am fainting.the dirt covered my till my eyes.the huriccane was still haunting my paralysed body and mind. I covered my eyes closed my ears and my disarmed used away body but it was not enough my body was mercilessly been dragged.i held it close that noone can touch it.but I was stabbed under the feets of all .finally it was raining and am rejunuvating.i raised up in each rain washed away the stimas and slowly growed out as a sprout .when all rested I worked hard now I stand up like an albatross raised from the graveyard .I will never give up because the pain I went through is my stength and was pampered by the cruelties .am disarmed yet fealess I AM NIRBHAY