The objective is to write a 100 (word limit is not rigid) word story based on a photo prompt.
My story follows the photo prompt below
Copyright – Sarah Ann Hall
Their family migrated during the war-torn, drought times. They stood side by side, picked up plows and tilled the land hoping against hope. The winds changed, war got over, the barren land turned green and filled greed in their hearts. The brothers now stood against each other, picked up arms and erected fences to demarcate boundaries.
Seasons flew by, they prayed for rains only on their side of the fence. Their hearts filled with envy to see the lush green on the other side of the fence. Winter fetched them away. They now lay together, side by side, beneath the earth.
As I wrote this, I remembered Rabindranath Tagore’s poem which I am sharing below
Where the mind is without fear and the head held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by Thee into ever-widening thought and action;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
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