The Last Grapple for Life

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        Humans .The ruthless inhabitants of the changing world.These   inhabitants or we ourselves,have many faces at each distinct moment and at each tick of 
the tireless hands of our fancy clocks that we hang in our homes.The face of the earth is mutating too.Its faces tell many stories;stories that may provoke or add a little humanity to our heedless thoughts.The earth is discoursing its tales of suffering and hardship.
       The city. Where the lead smoke devours the blue skies and it`s companion,the stench of the garbage,that lies scattered and rotten on the poor face of our blue planet,arises with it and watches the notorious people ruin the natural creation from its hellish abode in the grey skies.One of the earth`s cruel murderers that is choking it to a slow death along with its inhabitants with a gripping strangle.                         
       
        Beyond the unforgiving cities lie the grassy meadows.The cool wind had stopped swaying the  trees.The birds which once tweeted and fluttered in and out of the trees had flown away in utter disgust and the meadows quietly weep in its silent rage. Our malignant beasts axed down its luscious  outgrowths and denied the fervent plea of the birds and deer who sadly watched and bemoaned as their dwellings were being  disfigured.

           As the  crippling rays of the sun extracted the sweat of the savanna grasslands, it revealed its saddening tales of  bloodshed.The bullets of the guns triggered by our  kind pierced into the innocent hearts  of cheetahs and leopards that pounced the dry soil of  the grasslands.

           Mother nature's weapon lay undisturbed;the deserts.It had seen many humans battle for life on its hard-hearted land. The sand dunes were more forcible than the person's last grapple for life.But its only one of her weapons she will take help of to put an end to man kind.

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