Prophesies by seers may be derided and prophets may be lampooned. But time may prove them right" By Poet. There was none to listen to him. His words were like: -A cry in the wilderness that broke and shattered on woody trunks. -The howl of a lone wolf that rose in the dead of the night. -The cry of an infant that told the world, it was hungry. -The cacophony of discordant orchestra that left a jarring effect on the listeners. His words sounded meaningless, to a world that spoke a different tongue. With no receptacle, his words like heated waters evanesced into vapour and billowed upwards, like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds. One day it rained down, quite unexpected……. with thunder and lightning!
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