'Wealth I ask not, hope nor love'....
"love?...Did the teacher say love?...." A student of seventh standard was thinking in her mind. Generally she loved this English class...but today she is absent minded...
Last night, she was sleeping... actually she was pretending to be asleep... Hiding her face in the pillow she was trembling in fear and sobbing pathetically...
"Stop beating me... I don't have money for your gambling...ahhhh..." A weak female voice was protesting...
"You wh*re... your bad luck made me a beggar...now you'll give me money"....A drunk hoarse male voice was heard...
They were her parents. Once they loved each other...cared about her...they were a happy family...
But...."why does father beat mom up so violently?"...she saw her mother today...beaten in black and blue...
She saw her beloved father, who adored her like a princess and loved her mother dearly, now being a violent beast torturing them for money...
"love... can love be changed that easily?"
She knows her mother who has always loved her father even when she was tortured like that...
"No...I can't live with that love which will break me into pieces... which will make me cry...I don't need that..."
'All I seek the heaven above and the road below me' .... Again teacher's words echoed in her ears...
"road...road below me?"....
She looked outside... A few students were playing joyously in the field... They're free... they're happy....
"That's it..." A smile played on her face...
She looked at her text book... a line from that poem caught her eyes....
"Wealth I seek not hope nor love,
nor a friend to know me
all I seek the heaven above
and the road below me."
She'll always keep that road below her....where she can walk freely....run freely...play freely...
It's freedom...that never changes...
