How much land does a man require?
It was 5 in the morning. I suddenly woke up to the sound of whimpering. Peeping through my window, I noticed that a family was helplessly roaming on the streets as their house had been shattered to dust. Their ceaseless cries and pain-visaged faces made me wonder, how could humans be so cruel. How easily they destroyed their home to build another one. Tears welled up out of my eyes as I saw the huge trunk lying on the ground, as lifeless as the crow's family. The "Flame Tree" had no more fire in it. It's light and radiance, it's colour and fragrance had been silenced forever, but the crowing of the birds resonates in my mind till now.