The flame of long cherished dreams was short of fuel. She was making every possible effort to add more and more fuel but they were more energetic in adding water.
Not the ones which one sees for one’s own selfish wants but those which one sees for the well being of mankind- to take the mankind into a new era.
But, it was only she who was selfless. The world,the mankind for which she kept the flame alive, was busy extinguishing it .
She was breathing , not oxygen but soot. She was walking not on road but on thorns. She is seeing ,not her dreams but a ruined civilization. She is speaking not of her dreams but of the nightmares that their ruin gave her.
And now, she is living without hope…
But now , she is dead with hope…