There were three series of lights on the tree..
As a child you imagine...
imagine you are those fictions, you see,
Super powerful and fabulous, you watched on t.v
Every show had you in it..
And you always put your friend or kin in it too..
Pride is what's in your soul for if your character wins.. 'You' win!
If your character loses..? Well.. What happens to you is entirely up to you
The first series had many colours in it..
Glowing with a different pattern in every moment
Achieving more among the three..
Bestowing more beauty to the tree
The third one was however not far behind..
It almost copied every move the first one made
Following closely, succeeding with ease
How do you do that! And still you tease!
But the second one not so bright
Infact flickering, two colours busted.
It seemed to bring the entire tree to a lowly situation
Nobody noticed the goodness in it.. It only brought the tree shame.
The glory seemed to be lost
That which remains is the conscience of intuition
And here I was.. Observing these lights..
And I could relate. More like the ones on t.v.
Why was I like the second one?
Why was there any good in me but only some?
I couldn't help it
I couldn't help me!
I could not run or flee
For I had a brain that wouldn't speak to anyone but itself..
And I had to face the consequences
I'll need a supernatural power
Far beyond this world
To liberate me from the tortures of my mind.!
Annette Shalom Rakshana
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