I stood there silently

I stood there silently as students got down the bus. There was a kind of hustle bustle among those young minds. Smileless faces, eyebrows centred to forehead, a vibe of tension drove through the scene.

I stood there silently trying to understand what was actually going on. Tensed faces,sad faces, aggressive faces flashed infront of me. Time passed by and a man came infront and placed a slap on the innocent face, I couldn't understand why? Some other people joined and started hitting the two innocent men.

I stood there silently seeing the horrifying scene still couldnot figure out what was going on? Hitted badly, bleeding and wiping hard, negative energy spread through out the space.

I stood there silently as I was a mere 'tree' watching the whole scene without uttering a word in pain. I wanted to know the difference between the men at the both end of the stick. All I could figure out was- one was wearing good clothes and the other was in worn out clothes. May be this is the sign of difference and may be this gave power to one to hit the innocent without any strong reason.

I stood there silently trying to understand the meaning of rich and poor.

-Words of a Lunatic Scribbler.