AND HE MOVED AGAIN

AND HE MOVED AGAIN

Sun was furious, glowing red hot in anger
Scalding everything under the great roof
Poor blanket of thin air could protect no one
Wilting were the plants, flowers and every leaf
Gaping was every form of life
Burning were the mountains
Parched was the thirsty earth
It was a scorching hot summer day
All of a sudden a traveler came out of nowhere
And was trapped in the gruesome fare
He staggered in the direction of his path
But soon he lost all his strength
He had no water left
He fell and with him fell his hopes to his destination
With wet eyes and dry mouth he searched the sky
But the sky was cloudless and merciless
Under the despair and loss of strength, 
His eyes succumbed to the weight of their lids 
Gradually the world was fading away
With him were left few streaks of breaths
And few streaks of flickering hope
Trying to leave him, but he would not open his fist.
Soon he was unconscious, lying motionless
But still closed were his fists.
Suddenly there arose a roar of wind and dust
The tyrant sun retreated and hid himself
The sky and earth were filled with clouds and dust
Then fell the first drop on the parched open mouth of the traveler
And it rained and rained and rained
Showers caressed all the victims of the day
The earth, plants, flowers, mountains, life
And the poor traveler.
Rain had stopped, it was twilight now
The night sky was clear and cool
The great roof was now under the reign of Moon
It was filling the world with its cool shines
Soft cold Breeze was blowing away every scar of the day
The Rose was fragrant again
Every leaf was alive again
Life had returned in all it’s colours
Under those blessed moments
The traveler stood afresh
He felt the surroundings
And started his journey again
Guided by the shines of Moon
Clad in the soothing cold Breeze
Filled with the fragrance of the Rose
Mumbling songs of life
He moved to his destination.