The intrepid King Vikram more resolved than ever reached burial ground yet again, lifts the corpse on to his shoulders and started walking back. Betal inside the corpse pleased with the king's efforts thus spoke, "O king! usually I am the one who narrates you the story. Tonight let me ask you a question, can you tell me the world's problem through colours? If you do not speak even though you know the answer, your head will break into 1000 pieces."
Thus answered the king,
"When you're walking under scorching Sun, you hate Red and love the shade provided by Greens
yet, when the World sees Green it shivers and chides, why?
The Greenery which is pleasing to the eye, looks up to the clouds with anticipation, why?
White Clouds, to become full look up to the Red Sun and smile at the Blue Ocean, why?
When Nature doesn't have any favourite colour, why should "you" get stuck with and influenced by "one" colour?"
As soon as the king finished speaking, Betal with the corpse vanished again.
No comments:
Post a Comment