All eyes gazed for the saviour on
the land unlit,
Third Summer breathed blaze
on unlighted spirits;
No king or disciples left but rusted
piteous minds,
The rising sun descended on
enthralled & shined.
Who savoured frame by frame considerate
gracious hands,
Never looked upon skies & implored
perched on dry sands;
Was only the Third Summer, straggled
amongst unknown,
Frightened who once to leave clan,
traversed unmapped paths alone.
Summer succeeded by winter &
drops floated only on cheeks,
Barren the realm was never hopes where
shapeless flesh reeked;
Words died within but memories
resurfaced defenseless contempt,
Radiant ART that tranquillized independent
worlds once, drained the last attempt.
Hounded those remembrance some
shrieking 'Share' some 'Trust no Diverse',
Discordance was genuine explicable
but why insolvable went unheard;
The insatiable natives drafted
the fate for all; Hope drifted some towards stars,
The walk is long; Write joyous
chants and more repents to heal wounds & scars :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018