mockingbird

I want to tell you a story, a story of this morning,
when all the sensual corporate dressed people running after vehicles,
and all shiny food stores and cloth stores are opening.

An observer saw,
a silent tiny dot like thing,
beside the big foot over bridge of main road,
it looks like a chunk of mud colored substance from far.
people are crossing as if nothing is there,
a man passed,
a woman passed,
a kid passed.
Then some security guards of shops are on duty beside this as nothing is there.
May be they thought it as a chunk of garbage as the thing has got a pure mud color!
Or as they are in duty and ‘caring about this’ is not in their list.

oh! as the view zoom in more closer,
the observer wondered!
he knows the color,
its very known!
he has seen it thousand times round the clock,
he carries the color underneath his cloth,
its the human color!

its a naked human lying like garbage!
its a grown up girl and no cloth on her!
oh! now the observer remembers this garbage also has a name!
mad!
as usual, observer put this ‘mad’ tag on his mind
and just stopped thinking on this with the eyes shutting logic, “
its just another mad!
I am not supposed to think about them.
how this girl become naked? how this girl become mad!
how will she survive? what will she suffer next!
Is not my concern.”

the observer calls a car, rides on that and forgets the tiny dot.

Then one mid night, on road of a very elite residential area of this city,
the observer heard a girl shouting!
no! no! its not shouting! its cursing!
cursing with all power she got in her voice.
And the observer listens some open window shut in some flats,
as if the curse can not cross the window.

Have you ever faced any mockingbird?
Straight looked into your eyes!

One day the observer saw another garbage walking,
he felt pity!
he bought some dresses
and gave her that with money
but she just threw all away,
so much anger
and started shouting and crying,
as if “keep your useless emotion in your pocket”

This observer was on a tour of an island,
bored of the daily life.
And in front of his resort, he saw a dog.
Wounded badly with skin disease, may be it will die.
And people even not looks at it while crossing.
And morning the observer woke up and
saw the dog taking sun bath on same place
and licking so patiently its wounds.
One or two days,
then the observer even forgot to notice him.
After a week when he was leaving,
suddenly he remembered the dog,
but he could not find the dog.
And he felt sad, may be it died.
With his backpack
when he was walking through the beach toward the ship,
He saw the dog, walking and playing with other dogs.

The wounded dog healed but the observer remained the same.

Have you ever faced any mockingbird?
Straight looked into your eyes!