Stella’s Simple Tale: from the Page of Her Life (Pg.2)

Young Stella had a gorgeous crown of respect made of pure gold ingrained with exquisite emerald, ruby, and diamond. It was close to her heart, and she was possessive and protective about it. Every night, she used to keep it beside her lying on the silk bed. One inauspicious night, a ‘thief of backbiting’ stole her crown of respect.

The next day, she saw the hatred and ignorance of everyone as she was without the crown. She cried and begged for her stolen crown, but nobody listened. The thief had stolen her crown and sold it on the market to buy a crown of pride.

Stella felt like being on an isolated island where no one could hear her silent cry but only the creator, the closest to her heart. She believes one day she will get back her crown of respect again.

I would like to give shout out the brilliant poet Neera Handa Dr for one of her beautiful poems-