He listens.............
When silence deepens on a dying day
Dusk descends with a stealthy gait
The moon crops up with a plaintive smile
the landscape dons a sombre shade
He listens.............
The breeze is stilled & the birds don't sing
The rain tiptoes and thunder breaks in
The lightening strikes with a smashing roar
Slashing the sky and blazing the shore
He listens.................
Silence echoes and silence hears
Words get choked and unshed tears
Spill over the brim & slither down
The naked contour and a brazen frown
Fights undaunted with despair
He listens...............
Impending doom knocks the door
Grief stalks in a marauding haze
Tramples treads and tears apart
Tempest rises in a swirling maze
Savagely lashing on the weakling heart
He listens.................
There sits still a lonely figure
Stooped and broken lost of vigor
He neither stirs nor does he speak
But his scorched lips move in a silent prayer
Sightless, dreamless eyes that stare
In the distant horizon not with fear
But with the last morsel of sheer
Courage that he can muster and gear
Beyond the tumultous treacherous surround
In the distance he looks afar
And he dares
To listen......................
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