A Slave Girl Struggling For A Cause

The struggling one is mortal but a name earned in a just struggle survives on a page of history as a gratitude to a trend setter. Not so easy to put the first step on a narrow passage that leads to a valley of snow falls with a beautiful frozen lake. Though her jogging could not melt the hard block of ice But a trend she has set and I see many more walking on the slippery passage whereat a few will fall down and their red blood will freeze there as a painting of an abstract art waiting for a change of weather the cooling down sun may take a thousand years to take a bath of fire but after the bath it will be hot enough to melt the glaciers into flowing streams of a river. Most of the struggling one will arrive at the peak and from there they will watch many flowers sprung multicolored fragrant flowers inviting rainbow butterflies, in the valley on the bank of a flooded river. The struggling one, a white flower, who set the trend, is being studied by the old creative time, time the brush of nature will paint a few red roses. These are the drops of blood of the trend setter! Wait sweetheart! Wait till that time, I promise, I shall pluck one of those pretty roses for your silky brown long hairs. (A gratitude to Zaira Wasim)