When Gods Cried

In deep thought he closed his eyes to ponder over the serious problem that confronted him.
The playing pebbles, he placed in the pouch, were missing.
Countless were the number of times he visited the pouch in a day.
And with pride filled eyes, he displayed his prizeless possession.

With a sudden jerk, he opened his eyes in disbelief.
His eyes closed, he was able to see it. The Future!
Shocked was he and trembled with fear as he recollected what he saw.
The darkness behind his closed eyes gradually retreated as a snow white glow poured in.
And on the white screen thus formed , the future ran, in the present.

The missing pebbles in the hands of a mischevious boy, crackled against each other.
Later as the pebbles failed to sustain his joy and attention;
They found a place beneath the earth, packed and parcelled with utmost care.
As the future continued to flow, the fear of future crept in.
He opened his eyes into the present, the veil of future broken.

He looke hither and thither to find the clues of what had happened to him.
Everything remained the same; in the sky and on the land.
He looked at himself, front and back, all about him.
Nothing changed; neither any weight gain nor weight loss.

The urge to recheck it all over again was mischevious but he lacked the courage.
As the former started to dominate, he gradually let his eyelids drop.
None was visible.He shifted his head to the right and then to the left; the darkness remained.

He opened his eyes and closed them quickly;
He let one open and the other closed; interchanged the position;
He tightened his eyebrows and then broadened them;
All in vain , he was left with dissappointment and darkness.

He decided , no more, and laid back peacefully in serene thought.
This time he had a similar experience with a different message.
He saw his master against the same background and his voice was crisp and clear.
"Nature lets you know everything as and when it sees you deserve and there in lies a purpose in doing so."

The boy arose and set out for his journey,
Like a marooned sailor who caught the glimpse of green,
With intent , conviction and purpose in his stride.
Armed with a new dawned realisation and vision that could see through the present,
He moved from place to place filling the missing links and unravelling the hidden future for his brotheren.
Soon he became a welcome guest and he was loved wherever he went.

This morning as he prayed, to let the Supreme Director guide his day;
He saw from within; he had to play a slightly different role, today.
Neverthless, with a smile on his face and a heart filled with love,
He reache his destination, a lake, to perform his final role.

The Gods gathered in the skies to witness this great actor;
He who had seen little difference between life and death;
He who had enacted his role with perfection and equanimity;
Now waded down the lake knowing perfectly well he would be becoming one with it soon.

Never have the Gods seen before such an young boy,
Embrace his death, with the innocence of a newly born lit on his face.
As he walked down the lake, tears rolled down their cheeks.
The Gods blessed him as he descended and disappeared into the lake.

News of the boy's death travelled and brought the villagers to the lake.
The grief stricken villagers knew, they have lost this strange visitor, a cheerful loving brother.
In fond remebrance of him, they decided to build a monument on the lake's bed.
The lake was completely drained but to their astonishment they found rich placer deposits of gold.

The Nature's fury and floods have denied their harvest for decades;
It's the same floods that have brought the placer deposits to the lake.

Few have realised the purpose of the boy's death,
Neverthless, the battered village, henceforth, showed signs of growth.

How sweet is such a death to embrace upon!
How sweet would it be if all deaths were for such purpose!