The sweet fragrance that intoxicates the honest and the loyal soul every time with its unmatched prowess of hypnotism... not enough! It even ties up the eyes of conscience asking to follow it blindly...

On the other hand ‘The Father’ of all the generations of machines sitting at the temple tired of trying...pulling up all the levers and repeatedly pressing in enragement the red button with the letters ‘STOP’, but his each earnest attempt fetched only dejection...as the soul has now lost all its controls...

then,

“The days gotten dry and many wet nights went by...the egocentric and arrogant time passed with no Hi or Bye”

After a long while, the frustrated brain, gathered again all its strengths to fight the sweet evil.

Little by little it started to evacuate the effect of intoxication...

Though the desires of the soul and the demands of the body still adhere to the belief that their father is envious of them...

But who will explain to them?... that their father is constantly fighting to protect his province from the foreign intruders to make it a safe heaven.

The soul is still living in the falsehood that its the paradise...

“She believes her ways are all right and she continues her ride with the might,

But she again forgets the fact that she is still a child, will remain a child and will die as a child”.

The father here alike all other father’s loves his child, so it again tries to convince...

“The toy that broke was never meant for you, just wait till your father brings you a new”...

The soul is left with no option than to follow the brain...

“The branded new toy came with a feeling of joy, but how the child will forget her dear broken toy”

“I am ready again as my senses regain said the soul, testified every grain”.

But the brain again got a reason to fear as he came to know that the danger is near...

"She has prepared herself but will again flow with the same sweet fragrance that once made her low..."