Amid of smoky noised polluted battle, he was standing with all his masculine graces. He was marching forward, accompanied by his courageous comrades. His face was covered with dust. Moving forward he got a jerk and slipped in a planned-dig abruptly; trying to stand he felt that his face and chest was coloured with mud. He wiped just his eyes to see; it seemed he was in great haste. His colleagues were shouting but simultaneously rivals ‘aircraft bombardment made them almost deaf. He was standing with his full height; threw a glance on far-away hoisted flag. A flash could be seen in his eyes; his all nerves were focused on one thing.
He moved briskly and noticed two tanks getting closer to the town. He rushed to go town to stop the moving tanks. When he got nearer he threw grenades on tanks’ track. His fierce grenades barked a big dig in front of tanks. An excavation greeted the tanks and forced them to stop moving forward. He hurried to get on one the tanks. His comrades copied him smilingly. He knew his enemy was inside the tank; they knew too he was on their heads. It was a big nerve fight; one was losing, one was winning. The last moments of fight for life and death were on them. Threshold of heartthrob and mind power-point was on its extreme tension. He raised his gun in the air proudly.
He was walking elegantly among his comrades; everyone had a great appreciation for him; their eyes were telling him clearly that he was real victor of the battle. His seniors tapped his shoulder with gratifying faces. He smiled for the first time. All was done.
She was standing near the old tree on a less-traced pathway to the valley as if she knew him well that he would take that tiny avenue to get the town. What kind of battle it was now on him? His mind teased his heart at the moment when he noticed her presence there. He kept walking slowly ; he tried to pretend as if he was not disturbed by her existence. But she was killing him.
They were there; nobody was saying a word even; she knew him very well. She proceeded closer to him and whispered:
‘You are tired much; autumn and winter faded your charms and attractions, let me remake it;open your arms; open your heart; let me in……I’m your spring.’
It was time to rest for a while .
( Happy Spring Season to all my dear friends)
Hey..Cheers...na
Comments
my dear setareh...
you have raised a quite intelligent question...... yes ..sometimes soldiers of life win the battles... but fail in ordinary human situations; hey.. warriors don't have emotions????? being silly in showing their love and care for others??
dear camel..
may you get plenty of the hottest sand-ride under fully groomed groaning sunshine in this summer...(ufffff..) after all it's camel's wish..
dear anonymous
ahan...how can i forget a mouse running with lions..hhhhhhhhhh
dear comrade .... raise your hand and grasp your spring... make it yours..no excuses this time
dear nida...
we are forced by our climate uncle to be summer-lover... so i tried to get free from its cage for some days ...hmm i m out of my station nowadays dear...hhhhhhhh
You wrote the story wonderfully, Angel!
A very happy spring to you, too. Btw, don't you you think summer has already arrived in your city? :D
dear jasmine..
bestowed the best under shower of best colours of blessings.....
take rest after carving your footprints on heights....