Don't kill the child

 

He murdered the child. Now with the child's death on his conscious, he wandered on the sure-ended journey of life. He loved the child, oh! how he would take care of him and fulfill every whim of this child and how in return the child would fill his soul with happiness.

But he had to kill this child, for now, it was time to act like a childless person, you cannot survive in a society where everybody is killing their child, where have you got the nerve of living with a child? No, you simply cannot live with the child in society. Society likes conformity, its structure stands on the foundation where many children were laid to rest.

But was life worth with this childless living he would ask himself, now that the murder was weighing on his soul, and haunt his dreams, and his daylights. Nothing could taste better, there was no joy in seeing a puddle on the street, it was rather despicable and nuisance. He was in the society now, he had to embrace the ideology. 

Morning;

Is it raining outside? he wondered when a sudden pattering of rain on his window announced the arrival of the beautiful monsoon season but for him, it looked like one more day of driving through snailing traffic, getting drenched for no reason, and why he thought monsoon was beautiful? The skies are dark and gloomy, no, the monsoon is not beautiful. He remembered, once when he was with the child a small butterfly flew to his window all drenched and breathing heavily, its wings were heavy with accumulated moisture, how it landed softly on the sill and took a rest, warmed out the moisture with its body heat, and flew away to gather the nectar. Today, when he saw a little agitated squirrel knocking on his window, perhaps the rain was too much for its little body and it could use little warmth of the balcony. He went to the window and drew the squirrel away, the already petrified squirrel jumped, it never came back to the window and nor went to the tree branch which it called its home.

Afternoon;

How when he was with the child, when on a sunny morning while just peeking over the balcony he saw two dog puppies fight and wrestle and play with each other by biting and chasing the tails. how they played hide and seek and the game of 'statue', he remembered his childhood friends who would play for hours giggling and making noise all over the place, and then when their body gave in to the fatigue, they would all cozy up to one another have their lunch boxes in spread eat and sleep. It was a happy time.

Now when sudden mewing of kitten drew his attention towards the kitchen window, all he could think of driving the little soul away for he did not want a road animal into his house. The kitten, hungry and enchanted by the smell of fish was disappointed for him with his big round kitteny eyes saw a childless man. There it saw an emptiness, the eyes of the man were abyss of innumerable fathoms, there was nothing there, the face so stern that the smile which when he was with child played joyfully on his mouth, now was bullied by the smirk, smug and disgust, these will never let the child play for they have claimed the mouth as their turf. The smile would have to relocate. The kitten weak with hunger, mewed pleadingly, asking the childless man not the entire fish but a mouthful for it was too hungry and too weak to fend himself. The childless man did not take notice, for there was no soul, it was murdered. The little kitten is all hungry and weak went away, it would later be picked up by municipal cleaning workers to throw its lifeless limp body in the dump yard, where the soulless kitten's eyes would see the genocide done by the childless society.

Evening;

A dove had made its nest on the terrace ledge of the house, He came for his evening walk on the terrace, what did he see, his beautiful drab terrace littered with guano, he would today take care of this nest. With this in mind, determined to ruin the new family of the dove went reached for the nest on the ledge. Something fragile and softy was touched and felt by his hand, he took the nest down to peer into the cloudy eyes of duck chicks still blind feeling the nest for they must have felt like an earthquake for all their blind existence never did their home shake so violently. 

On seeing the little feeble chicks, he remembered a time when he was with the child, he had found a few-week-old sparrow chick fallen from its nest, his small feathers could not lift its fat plump body. How he picked it up with care and dusted the ants and other small carnivores that had pounced on this grounded chick, placed carefully in its nest, and how very soon after being placed the chick chirruped its gratitude, and will continue to accumulate worm protein and fat to grow its wings and use this fat to fly into the sky.

Now, that he has murdered the child he had no time for such cheerfulness, the panic squealing of blind dove chicks made him more bitter, and he threw away the nest from the terrace. It was birdicide and the darkest, and drabbest of the dungeons of hell are reserved for those people who kill helpless blind bird chicks. This would not mean anything for him, he would anyways go soulless into the night.

Night;

He just lay there on his bed, lifeless, his drab eyes peering into nothingness. He could have had the whole world of joy by enjoying and sharing with the child, but how could he now? He had murdered his child in the morning of his life and now there is no one at his bedstead. The child would have kept him happy company and when the gatekeeper would stop him at the gates of heaven, the happy smile of his child would have let them both in.

We people are blessed with a child each of our own, it's in us, in our heart and soul, we should not kill it, rather nurture it and let the child grow, for then our eyes will see the most beautiful things that are around us, the life will be brimming full with joy, happiness, and contentment. Let us all nurture our inner child and make the world a better place.

Glossary:

Birdicide: Killing of Little birds

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