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THE DEAD GRAVES
An innocent little kid sitting aside to a grave . He was hardly six years old,unaware of depression,sadness and all terms of worry but he only knew that he had tears that had made the soil wet all around those two graves. Whom,s grave was it?why he was there at this hour of night? when the whole town was in deep slumber as it had died. But how can you sleep when you had lost your world. The creatures that are just a person to the rest of the world but those persons were never worth less than a whole valley filled with love and beauty for this little angel .
He had something deep inside but he didn't knew what it was,he just knew that the tears are falling out and out of his eyes as they would soon turn to a sea . At a close look,there were some wounds. One of them was on the bottom of the left ear,it had almost turned red,the lower lip was swollen as someone would have hurted it but at that age he deserved a kiss on those soft lips from the ones who were responsible for his existence today.
No one knows about the wounds that were hidden under the shirt,that black shirt that was turning to pieces day by day as his heart but still a part of that black cloth was covering his back and chest but the shoulders were able to see that dreadful silence of the graveyard. The boy was so lost that he had lost the fear even in that horror environment. A lots of unknown voices around,some were animals ,some were the insects and some strange voices but he were not seemed to care for anything. He was lost in his mind. He was out of this world.
Someone had beaten him again. The injuries were quite viewable at the tored portion of the old tidy shirt but that shirt was meant a lot to the boy because that shirt was able to understand him ,he was as broken as that shirt. The shirt was just hiding everything inside as he had everything burried inside his heart. Someone had played their anger to action on this little innocent soul. Why only he went through it? Where were his parents?
His name was Mark. He was working in that little age to live ,to survive the world even after getting those cruel beatings from the boss he had at that fruit shop at the Petersburg street in Harey Town. The world was mercy less,but God had choosen the fate for this little angel,He had selected him to face those hardships to make him a better strong character than the those resting in the beds that night when the whole part around those unknown graves was almost turning to a sea.
In the dark,those white cemeteries had something printed at the top head stone at the edge of each of those two graves.
One was (Mark Taylor) and the other grave was making attempt to make others identify it but at that time,only that little kid was able to identify who they were. Her mother (Hanna Mark),both of his parents had died in an accident,but he was left for a reason. He wanted to get in those graves to lay with them ,in those warm hands,the lap that made him feel like he had his head in a bunch of beautiful roses but he was powerless,the nature had choosen him to accept the fate,to move on and face the world on his own . The parents were hearing those dead screams deep inside that were coming out as tears from the golden eyes of this little angel but they were aidless, nothing was in their control,they wanted to do something but they were not able to do so.
The boy was gone,he was gone with tears ,the Graves had that wet soil around irrigated with those tears hoping for the Graves to turn alive but no one was powerful enough, nothing was in their control,they boy had to live because the nature had choosen him to live the way he was living but he was not sleeping that night,he was not relaxed,he was facing the hard time and he got the result later when he made the caring organisation for orphans .He was a successful business man running the online markets throughout the world. He did not wanted others to cry near the Graves like that dreadful night ,He did not wanted to get those innocent souls beaten up by the non sense around,he had passed through that pain,that's why , that's why,he was able to think so.
If he would not felt that pain,he would have been a great business man but not a person who can understand the broken heart of a lost orphan, the orphan lost in graves in the dead night with the dead people lost in sleep.
Everything in your life is for a reason but it takes time to find the reason and at the end you will say,"oh,what happened was not that bad for me as I used to think at that time,it might have done something good for me at the end"
© lostsoul
He had something deep inside but he didn't knew what it was,he just knew that the tears are falling out and out of his eyes as they would soon turn to a sea . At a close look,there were some wounds. One of them was on the bottom of the left ear,it had almost turned red,the lower lip was swollen as someone would have hurted it but at that age he deserved a kiss on those soft lips from the ones who were responsible for his existence today.
No one knows about the wounds that were hidden under the shirt,that black shirt that was turning to pieces day by day as his heart but still a part of that black cloth was covering his back and chest but the shoulders were able to see that dreadful silence of the graveyard. The boy was so lost that he had lost the fear even in that horror environment. A lots of unknown voices around,some were animals ,some were the insects and some strange voices but he were not seemed to care for anything. He was lost in his mind. He was out of this world.
Someone had beaten him again. The injuries were quite viewable at the tored portion of the old tidy shirt but that shirt was meant a lot to the boy because that shirt was able to understand him ,he was as broken as that shirt. The shirt was just hiding everything inside as he had everything burried inside his heart. Someone had played their anger to action on this little innocent soul. Why only he went through it? Where were his parents?
His name was Mark. He was working in that little age to live ,to survive the world even after getting those cruel beatings from the boss he had at that fruit shop at the Petersburg street in Harey Town. The world was mercy less,but God had choosen the fate for this little angel,He had selected him to face those hardships to make him a better strong character than the those resting in the beds that night when the whole part around those unknown graves was almost turning to a sea.
In the dark,those white cemeteries had something printed at the top head stone at the edge of each of those two graves.
One was (Mark Taylor) and the other grave was making attempt to make others identify it but at that time,only that little kid was able to identify who they were. Her mother (Hanna Mark),both of his parents had died in an accident,but he was left for a reason. He wanted to get in those graves to lay with them ,in those warm hands,the lap that made him feel like he had his head in a bunch of beautiful roses but he was powerless,the nature had choosen him to accept the fate,to move on and face the world on his own . The parents were hearing those dead screams deep inside that were coming out as tears from the golden eyes of this little angel but they were aidless, nothing was in their control,they wanted to do something but they were not able to do so.
The boy was gone,he was gone with tears ,the Graves had that wet soil around irrigated with those tears hoping for the Graves to turn alive but no one was powerful enough, nothing was in their control,they boy had to live because the nature had choosen him to live the way he was living but he was not sleeping that night,he was not relaxed,he was facing the hard time and he got the result later when he made the caring organisation for orphans .He was a successful business man running the online markets throughout the world. He did not wanted others to cry near the Graves like that dreadful night ,He did not wanted to get those innocent souls beaten up by the non sense around,he had passed through that pain,that's why , that's why,he was able to think so.
If he would not felt that pain,he would have been a great business man but not a person who can understand the broken heart of a lost orphan, the orphan lost in graves in the dead night with the dead people lost in sleep.
Everything in your life is for a reason but it takes time to find the reason and at the end you will say,"oh,what happened was not that bad for me as I used to think at that time,it might have done something good for me at the end"
© lostsoul
