Based on a true Incident....



Hope - the most powerful word in the universe. It was the hope that saved my life that day. That day I recognized what a single person meant to the world.



Today's generation, which is often referred to as "modern" is progressing in various sectors and every industries are flourishing by leaps and bounds. The question here is: is it enough for the world to make it a better living place? The reality is that we don't know what earth holds for us or what we hold for her. Humans cannot be blamed for doing nothing because they are eventually understanding what harm it will make for them to not pay attention. The seriousness of a situation can be understood once you have to face it, right?



Anyways, getting back to my story, I remember crawling on the ground just as slow as a snail, not intentionally. But my legs started hurting really bad and I figure out I was injured. It's funny when you don't know how you get in a situation, especially when you are away from your folks. I took this as an opportunity to interact with the other species in the world. According to my situation I was hoping that someone on this ground would help me, seeing me wounded. This is what is expected from anybody, right? You see someone in pain, you help them. I have seen humans do it.



But a sudden fear aroused inside me and it felt like,

“Rhyming the words in my mind,
a bit diverse from humanity and kind.
The reason is because I’m "a fowl",
the human think, but I’m not just "a fool".
Left alone in my species,
they can make me into pieces.
Cruel their deeds, my body bleeds.
Wondering for a novel heaven,
But my limb weakens.
It is better to be poisoned,
then being cage in, or imprisoned.”



So here I was, waiting for someone to pass. And jackpot there was a couple round the corner who glanced at me, I was so happy to finally see someone. But I am not sure if they noticed me. So, I decided to flap my feathers for some attention. Everybody seemed to throw my sense of helplessness to other people there.



It was soon that I realized something's not right. Maybe they were not helpful enough. But we should not judge so easily, that's what I was taught every day. I missed my family so badly that my painful leg got me scared of my existence.



I moved to the garden there to save myself from the street dogs there. I don't know if they are kind or not, but as from my experience till now I expected no help.



Now I was all on my own, I could see the future. I felt mother earth for the last time. And in the middle of the place where everyone surrounded me with flashes, I don't know what that was. It was a lot of light for my eyes.

The last thing I saw was a boy running at me as if he owned me.



And a sudden feeling of chill strikes me,

“I was staying still with fear,
My inner conscious said that nobody could hear.
My language was of love and affection,
But, the human with cruelty and greed like infections.
made me to fear them,
and never I was able to be a good friend to them,
But the boy was unlike of all of them.”



The next thing I remember I am in a house in a blanket with my legs somewhat less in pain. I had a bowl of water and some food near me. I almost thought I was dreaming. But there he came, my savior. I looked at him, he looked at me. I was scared and happy, can we feel both at the same time? But anyways I was there feeling something. I wanted to move towards him, but my injured leg called for some attention.



He was all around calls and texts and talking, asking for help, for me. Can you imagine, I was being addressed? I ate and drank. Inspite of all the hustle he sat disappointed. I was worried again. He came to me and said some words which did not heal me, but made me think that we were on the same page.



I was still happy for someone to come forward. He got a ring from someone and I was getting prepared to head out and be on my own again. There he was again coming to me, but this time crying for some reason which I could not figure out. But it did not take me much time to understand that. There were more people for me. yes, me. I was rescued. And as I was happy to see other people, I didn't see that boy again, I was not told that. I thought they were his friends, but it came out that they were foresters.



“All of them are not the same with deed,
Some humans, with bundles of hate and greed.
Pretend to save, but betrayed when in need,
But, some with god like conscious do their deeds.
Love is not showered by all,
But only by them who loves really them all.”



I got healed and ate some medicines, tasted really bad.

I was back to my home; I wonder how they knew where I live but I am glad they did. I was back to my folks where they sure had many questions. I chose to tell them only the good part, and they still believe all humans can and are creating wonders on earth.



Well, this is it. I was saved and this is how it was done, a life of a not so great, GREAT EGRET.





That is how I came across my new word HOPE.



Where this might be a small step for anybody reading this, but it was not for me.

I don't know about the system of education in the human world. I don't totally disagree on big words or lines they say but these small steps are what that finally matter.