As he walks in a null path
Somebody responds with doubt
Nobody hears him when he shouts
But someone stares him that counts.
He screams and stumbles because of fear
Calling the name of his loving dear
Covertly ruminating of a thing which is rare
That strides and shadows on his rear.
He desists for awhile because of debility
Hearkening to the surrounding which is empty
Anxiously cogitating if he’s in the antiquity
And murmuring if he’ll encounter an adversity.
Aboone the welkin he sees a light
Sparkling above that swathes his sight
He immediately shuts his eyes very tight
And starts thinking with a delight
His composure is redeemed through praying
It gives him vigor that proves him while meditating
The dread he feels and the pain he takes
It disappears when his tremendous nightmare ends.
Monday, November 22, 2010