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Hiroshima was destroyed by the infuriation of the 'Little Boy' By extraordinarily intelligent 3 pound brains and by few well trained subservient hands When you were sitting in your arm chair and thinking of colouring your grey hairs, each part of a city a colourful, beautiful city was burning helplessly and what remained was powder of burnt innocent eyes, veins, bones and humanity in the air Radiance of morning sun was no more bright Nothing was left, that could be termed as red, pink, blue or white Ask open eyes of the dead bodies. those were not turned into ash they might have seen struggle of sun rays to cross the air above them dark and black But in that acute darkness, where even dreams were not able to cultivate hope, each dead body protects a small bright area may be a tiny spot from the radiations under them and those were the areas where camellias popped up in that spring again
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Death and defeat
Hiroshima was destroyed by the infuriation of the 'Little Boy' By extraordinarily intelligent 3 pound brains and by few well trained subservient hands When you were sitting in your arm chair and thinking of colouring your grey hairs, each part of a city a colourful, beautiful city was burning helplessly and what remained was powder of burnt innocent eyes, veins, bones and humanity in the air Radiance of morning sun was no more bright Nothing was left, that could be termed as red, pink, blue or white Ask open eyes of the dead bodies. those were not turned into ash they might have seen struggle of sun rays to cross the air above them dark and black But in that acute darkness, where even dreams were not able to cultivate hope, each dead body protects a small bright area may be a tiny spot from the radiations under them and those were the areas where camellias popped up in that spring again
We are leading a modern free life above the feeling of colour, race, religion and superstitions because few people in the past sacrificed their life. If you feel and believe that things in your surrounding will make the world sink into darkness, you should give a trial to change them. Before that be ready and throw out all your inhabitations, limitations and invalid imaginations from your pocket Because you may die, but you can save some brightness below you dead body, radiance of which can make the whole world shine again
puspanjali-sahu
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
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