Walked into the sun, 
He. With weak flesh. 
A storm was raging on burning sands. 

In hollow of his knees 
gravel was hitting hard. 
He moved onwards in trance 

Visionary, homeless, life in open 
was blessing. 
A huge crowd followed him, voiceless.. 

Hushed silence breaks the dam. 
Valley of timbers was ready to receive the blood, 
from epicenter, from fields.

Satish Verma