With a long stick he ruled the class walking up and down with a style that enrolled fear in each of his students.
He was a master, a teacher who now is transformed into a big bearded man.
He sits on a broken chair with a broken heart with a stick that still gets a tight grip of his hands.
He is a pitiable figure to all those who pass by him, some make fun others just ignore him.
His eyes are now weak and legs shaky,the one who was a wizard once is now a thin man with no senses all dead but still his soul and heart pounds.
HE lives alone in a dark cottage sort of home where not a single creature can lone.
HE sits by the fire on a rest chair that swings to and fro when he recites a chant that he taught his students,a faithly chant dat connected god to get energy for working days.
DEstiny made him an image of grief and sorrow but he still waits for a better morrow
Certainly not for himself but for all those little buds glooming in the era of terror where true knowledge has lost its presence.
His isolation has turned him now into an irritating figure who often scolds children out of his big garden.
He often tries to shoo the birds and animals also away to get peace.
Noone knows the reason of his this behaviour.
They all say he is a lonely creature, a lonely master who has a broken heart, a broken fate and so he is called the broken master and this is his Broken tale...