Think Tank

(Philosophy)

~Every word is a sermon~

|And Every sword a revolution|

~Every aggressor is a god~

|And Every sufferer, a Mother|

The War was declared. The King had got a dream where God spoke to him. He gave him a message and asked to spread it towards the East. The day every person breathing on this earth will remember Him from heart and tongue; that day will be the end to all the Miseries

The Kingdom had attacked them. War was fought out in the open ' with no harm to the children and the women. It was a good-fight. Just before the sunset ' there were only two men remaining. And the two swords ' which had journeyed through maximum hearts ' though no blood ever stopped and sticked to the surface. By this time, some common people from both the neighbouring states were gathering at the site

The two men fought and one of them won. Though no one can say for sure who wins and who loses, in any war. He went away ' making sure that his Lord was worshiped, not their God Though we can control the tongue, hardly do we win over the hearts. All the while, the earth kept rotating and sun didn't hide behind the clouds. Birds left for fields in the morning and returned back before the night. The good fight between the two was not only between them. It never is between any two When they fought, the entire universe fought within itself

The Gods watched them fight in Their names, but did nothing. Or did a lot which no one could see and a few could feel. Men have to learn on their own Cheer-leaders kept watching and hailed their favourites; in their own impotence, at least the sight of the fight gave them a high Ropes pass over stones and leave a mark ' though the stone is never entirely consumed, the rope does reach its limit and break Vultures arrived once the war was over, making sure that they finish what was finished. They had waited for the moment the war was over, but wished both the fighters die Historians came, and wrote stories singing praises for the man who won, and for the Lord who survived In their words which will survive for centuries to come, will also survive the good fight that the history had fought Gossipers became talkative again, and appeared as phoenix in the pink of their health. They made stories about what happened and how, wrote indicative pieces without taking names. No one can confuse others unless he himself is The Sage watched everything in front of his eyes. For him, the dead and the victorious, both were as dear and as no-ones. The mother Earth cried. Because the loss was entirely her own

By (Think Tank)

(Kumar Rahul Tiwary)