This world is out of my understanding,
Not because it is round.
But because people says it is flat,
When it is not.

The Prophecy Deliverer  

(A Short story

by Dewan Mehdi Ajoy)

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    Mortal beings plead touched the “Immortal warriors” heart. For he never expected such response from earth bounded souls.

    “Oh Earth! The place of dirt and dust!”-That was the expression higher existence used to use to define the earth.

    And earth truly was a place of great ignorance. There was no light of knowledge. For this reason there was no bacon of hope. So no prosperity followed its dwellers. Satisfaction of anger and rage was their primary goal of life. This caused great suffering among them. Death and destruction was daily segment of life. In a word it was a cursed place. It was a waste land. Where no good can be cultivated. Where trees of happiness can never spread out its branches in boundless joy and happiness.

     But now they wanted knowledge! Now they wanted goodness! 

They realized eye for an eye will blind them all. So they wanted peace. So they wanted prosperity. For this the immortal warrior changed his prophecy. And declared-

“What I said previously,

Is now reverted forever.

For you have changed your nature,

In search of good endeavour.

Peace will rain form paradises,

And blessing will fill,

 Everybody’s heart in peace.

Like a beautifully crafted new song,

Dancing in ease.

So knowledge! Knowledge!

Cry out oh! Human beings!

That is the word,

For you to cheer all century.

It is a gift,

 That will always bring you happiness,

 Nothing but only welfare for eternity.”

       So the light of knowledge gave birth to a new age. It was called the age of “enlightenment”. This understanding lead to the invention of reading and writing. And the earth became a paradise.

Curse of God

“Night will be replaced by day,

And day will be replaced by night.

No priest will do anything,

In fear of curse of white.

Times of war will come and go,

Victors will fall in shame and dishonor.

Seeds of darkness will,

Wipe out all trees,

Making poisonous fruits,

Everyone’s food for all summer.

Fire will rain from the sky,

Fire will rise from the sea.

Creating a storm of red hot flame,

Which no one will ever see.

Everything will be burned alive,

Therefore nothing will remain for fame.

So oh! Mortal beings!

So oh! Sons of bean!

Ask for shelter,

And ask for tame.

Nothing else,

For everything will be vain,

Not without a single gain.

Shame! Shame! Shame!”

                                                             

Galaxies

Space has many galaxies,

But at first we didn't knew,

They all exist.

We thought earth was riding an elephant,

Going back and forth,

Between two chariots.

One chariot was blue,

And the other one was green.

There was many theories,

About all those things.

Then came the prophets,

And then came their books.

They taught us,

Every single truth.

Then we knew,

Everything and all.

Now we thank them everyday,

For their call.

Joy of life

Joy of life is a mysterious,

Question to ask.

What is Joy?

And What is Life?

But both can be answered,

 with a smile.