I was sitting under the shade of a tree
It was pleasant as the shade has to be
Earth revolved and the sun stared at me!
Those beams like burning arrows falling on me!
One arrow struck a nerve between my heart and mind
Making my desires and thoughts completely blind
I was awake but that beat was hard to find
I asked myself this arrow was of what kind?
From within me came a voice
For ice is not forever ice!
And everything will change when the fire will rise!
I wanted to know more; I had to be precise
With the Book then I took a hike;
It said; with a mountain a mountain will be made to strike
Ups and downs would be made alike
That fire-flood will spare no Dyke
The day that unleashes the burning oven
For it is true and it will b proven
The day when my soul would be broken
In my eyes that image is graven
Now when I know about that arrow
Which shunt my heart and made my thoughts narrow
It is not just mine it is everyone’s sorrow
I can’t lend u my deeds yours I can’t borrow
By now I am out of that shade
I want to have a taste of that swinging blade
I wander, out of me what I have made
The day is close, within dust I would be laid
My imprints on this world each one will fade
