Sun was falling straight on the crops of rice
The light of the sun brighten it's beauty
The yellowish colour of sun added with the green of crops was seeming too clear and pure
The wind was blowing smoothly with a pleasant scent of happiness
The satisfaction of seeing it was indeed a level
The smile brought by it was worth enough.
The crops were growing in their own strength and with their own will
The rains are playing their own role and helping them up
These crops too have their own life story
From being tiny to a big crop.
They too get success ,they too get failures
Some could survive the conditions of growing ,some don't.
We human beings too get the same
Some of us could survive the hurdles of our life and some can't.








© Plabita brahma