Silent Cry of Vales

In all ears the echo beats persistently. It was the silent cry of hills that turned a mere player in nature's furious hands.The thirsty Thursday took half a hundred to it's heart.We are still to find forty of our beloved ones. When a day of Id dawned, there was grief and pain for some, shock and gratitude for yet others. It turned a day of little joy showing no boundaries. Onam is ahead of us. It is time to recollect Onam was a day of joy for all.We get the real essence of it, unless it becomes the joy for poor and the miserable. It becomes a reality when we see ourselves equal. Until we lend ears for humanity no day will embrace us again.

Jeava Maria Joseph, XII C