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Varun S Dass

Drama


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Varun S Dass

Drama


The Altruistic Wheat

The Altruistic Wheat

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I see light and nature, 

And realize that I am a creature of mortal nature.

As I rise tall, I see my brothers and sisters-

All taken care of by a group of misters.

 

As I grow tall and yellow-

My story becomes more mellow.

I am taken from my home-

Going from the known to the unknown.

 

I am given to another person,

I pray that I am not a victim of arson.

He reunites me with my brothers and sisters,

Isn't he an awful lot better than those misters?

 

The misters started to clean me,

I felt the heat flowing around me with glee.

My branches are then mixed, three and three,

I got squashed by the greed of the human's reality.


People exchanged me, till I met this man,

For a few pieces of paper, I realized it was all a scam.

I tried to warn him that I was worth more,

But he was ignorant till his core.

 

The man takes me to his home,

It looked very much like a dome.

I was in my box, in the dark,

Until I heard the voice of a sweet lark.

 

The light has awakened,

And from my box, I was taken.

I am massaged and put into a fireplace,

Everything starts turning into a blue haze.

 

Out of the fireplace,

No longer able to recognize my face.

The man decides to eat me and starts bending,

That's when I knew that my life was ending.

 

He starts eating,

I no longer feel my heart beating.

I saw a light in a distance,

And saw the dark figure of Death's stance.

 

The reaper asks, "Have you obtained what you seek?"

I answered, "Yes and thus, I have no reason to weep,

What I seek was the gift of a happening and altruistic life."

He reaped my soul; it was like bread being sliced by a knife.


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