The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy grove,
Where flocks have ta'en delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our immortal day.
"And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold,
As I guard o'er the fold."
-william blake
The winter night was dark.At the lonely graveyard was gloomy.
The only lights are those of an old street lamp at the entrace of
graveyard.There were stone angels n lions sculpture on either side of the gates .But
this scenario was fortified inside huge walls with a heavy iron gate entrace.
the figure was walking towards the iron gates the figure was wearing a cloak with
the hood on. it slowly walked towards the gate. he then stopped few feets away from the gate n raised the right hand its palm facing the gate n the
heavy iron gate opened surprisinly without any noise.
He then continued his
journey inside the graveyard. it was very dampy inside as though there was drizzle
few moments ago.That was wierd coz from the trees as they were dead with dark trunks
& thin branches from that it was clear that it was winter and even a
little drizzle in winter is unlikely but the wet ground told a different story.
As the figure
ascended further it saw someone standing at the end of the grave near the
fence holding something .It moved towards it.Soon the sky became cloudless n
stars were visible.The second figure was clearly holding a wicker basket that
was visible.The second figure was slender n petite. The attire was similar to that of the first figure same black cloak n hooded but lock
of curly hair was visible concluding that figure holding the wicker basket was
a women. first figure approached the women . They were facing eachother, either
of them didn't raise their hood.The women moved forward n bestowed the wicker basket
to the other figure n other figure concur it n nodded in agreement n
started to secede from the grave yard. As it was sauntering away,grass grew on
the ground,that its feet covered n beautiful flowers red, yellow ,blue rose
from the ground .The figure was oblivious about it but the women noticed it n
stopped it n handed over a small box n entrusted it to deliver it along with
the basket.The other figure left the graveyard making a grassy n flowery path
with its feet faliing on the ground.Soon the figure surpassed the iron gate n
continuing its stroll on the concrete road but causing the the trees alongside
to bloom with new fresh leaves. But it was drizzling in the graveyard.
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Part-2
Legally In Love
Cindrella story
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW
ISK RISK
ISHQ WALA LOVE
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