Crooks-tale

Once upon a time on the face of earth, existed a beautiful and glorious piece of land which was a house of many beautiful Anthropomorphic flowers, birds, plants and tall trees. The priceless piece of land, like any other materialistic commodity, was subject to invasions and encroachments  Finally, a few families divided it, owned it and eventually started exploiting it. With slightest governance from the owners, pests and weeds crept into the garden and started to eat away the daisies. Midst this mayhem, the birds, the bees and the flowers in the trees protested. They tried to forgive and forget for all that they have been through - continued to sustain.

Eventually the weeds gained strength and started bullying the rest of the inhabitants. The domineered dwellers looked around for aid which never subsisted in the first place. The trees were shaken from the roots, with such intensity that they could never bear another fruit. Not finding a promised future, the stems of the growing plants formed a chain, protesting against the owners and the greens-keepers. The birds on the trees(pets of the same owners), shared the sympathies and reported selective incidents from a distance.

The dismayed bees paused for a moment, refusing to ferry the pollen when their efforts were flushed down the drain. The winds abstained from whisking as the keepers were too selfish to care about the daisies. Nothing bothered the owners while the big piece of land was turning into a vicious barren land filled with perilous bugs. Day after day, a daisy kissed the ground and everytime something like that happened, petals were shunned, the tender leaves shed a drop of tear and the clouds, from a whole different world, closeted as if a new world would begin.

Just then the land owners and the keepers alike conferred that "Shit happens (Theek hain)" and that the flowers were at fault for being too beautiful and not being able to covert their beauty. The birds chirped, the branches swayed, clouds smeared but nothing bothered the owners for they were too busy disposing the barren land. Every night, the flowers would turn to their neighbours sharing their woes and kiss each other good night hoping for a better tomorrow.

But they never realized that a better tomorrow was more of a dream than a hope for it would be possible only when the birds, bees, wind, soil, trees and the keepers off course work for one cause - to save the daisies.