Monday, 21 March 2016

Trust the Lord

The contractions wrung her body,

she saw the poacher’s aim staring.

Her priority concentrated on giving life, 

she surrendered to HIM.

The thunder and lightning blinded him,

missing his mark.

An addition to near extinct species.

A new dawn welcomed the cub.

                                  Image result for lioness and her new born cub

Friday, 18 March 2016


Oxygen barely flowed into her nasal passage but she was flush with the 

excitement despite the arduous journey. Every sinew in her body screamed.

She was not alone. The wafting clouds kissed her triumph, long-cherished, 

now fulfilled.

The howling winds acknowledged her presence.

She unburdened her baggage. Her needs were small.

She like the many had harboured a faint flicker of failure. Her expectations 

were moderate.

But try she would, never bow to failures. She secretly kept her aspirations high.

She hoisted the tri-colour on Mt.Everest and said a prayer.

The climb down was treacherous but her adrenaline rising up.


The sentence prompt is 
Keep high aspirations, moderate expectations, and small needs. 
-William Howard Stein