The drama of life

Sreehari.V.K.
In my vacation,i was chanced upon to see a begger who was made a begger by chance,who became a Begger by hard working.He came into my house with bare legs ,with an ugly face.Still he was hoping for something . He also had an untidy walking stick.I, with eagernes,revealed upon the mystery behind the shady corners of his life.oh!..what a sacrifice his life is?..Eventually the stories of hard working and self reliance,waved from him got stuck into my ears like a thorn , it moved me deeply . He had a small family in chennai. He doesn't want to blame the rich.Neverthless, He wanted to acquire sufficient bread for his family.His wife,a worker produces Rs/-80per day by working in the fields for hours.
He believes in faith,but "almighty washed off the hands on helping him",Yes he was cutoff from humanity.Can't you believe?.He step up & down life easily like a crawling baby. "For him life is like a drama in which every one plays the role very well".But he failed in acting the life,which he had.All the powers are like a butt for him,because he knows, that there was'nt any power."A Light That Lights A nest Was Put off ",.....He was no more there in streets to beg "He Rest's In Peace,""The walking sticks stand still.Yes at last he could sleep peacefully,he was my "Ecstacy","he was my "inspiration" But the drama must go on forever...Its the universal law.We must believe it "For everything there 'll be an END for Thou & me, it can't be changed"


"Head away, to head, to head to dead"-Sreehari.V.K.