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I want that morning

When all birds happily sing…

I like to smell flower

When wind never blows lower…

I like the flowers to bloom

Carrying coloured petal’s room…

I want such spring full of love

As all sorrows it can rub…

I want to see children laughing,

Want all crop fields keep ploughing.

I like all roses with sweet aroma

Where will never be any trauma.

I want to see my mother India

To be freed from any phobia.

Prahlad was owner of a puppet show production. All the day he used to roam around every nook and corner of the city just to perform the show. In the evening he used to come back home and cook supper for himself.

Like this he, by any means met his both the square meal with his meagre income.

One evening Prahlad was very hungry because he almost had starved all the day without food. So he had started cooking some khichiri along with some fried veggies very quick.

While cooking he could feel that some people were watching him to cook. Prahlad looked back to see them and found that they were not anyone else but his puppets who were in number of ten. Prahlad asked them about the cause of reaching there and watching him. They told Prahlad that they too wanted food to survive. Prahlad got surprised at such a demand from behalf of all puppets. Prahlad had mockingly commented ,”you’re just few lifeless wooden dolls, nothing but it. How can you feel hungry?” Puppets had answered that they had got life while dramatising the humen roles. Prahlad had summarily refused to give them any food. Puppets had threatened Prahlad that It’s consequence would be fatal.At it Prahlad had agreed to serve them some khichiri.

He had finally done it. That had never matter on him. After this a long ten years had passed, One evening when Prahlad was making chapati all the puppets again had come to him and claimed that they had already fully grown up to take full meal. So they had needed more food. Prahlad didn’t agree to it because he won’t be able to afford it. Puppets had again threatened Prahlad of a dire consequence of it. Still Prahlad remained hard nut to crack to stick to his decision.

After taking dinner Prahlad had got into his bed. At dead of night suddenly he had found his small shabby room luminated with an engulfing fire and all the puppets were pouring kerosine on it.

Next morning all neighbours of Prahlad could watch some burnt ashes lying on the site of that hut.