A blinded man, in ‘No man’s land’,
Set foot, with all his might.
Left behind his caravan,
Home was far away in sight!
With the contour he possessed,
He was so different from the rest.
And in the park, the games children played,
Were so peculiar –much to his dismay.
Thirsty soon, he wandered apart
And reached a cave, atop a hill,
Banged his head, with all his heart,
Water wouldn’t erupt at his will.
The moon changed its shape every day.
The sun shone-bright and round.
‘Full’- like a coin, back to darkness again.
The sun, still, shone-bright and round!
Yet, his thirst wasn’t quenched
And many a travellers did pass by.
Few were rogues-who stole his wealth!
Few were angels-who hovered high!
He frowned more and his heart sank,
For he had entered this ‘No man’s land’
And,the place where he banged his head,
Yielded no water for him yet!
Then one day, it was dawn anew,
A mystifying light did shine
Slowly, the blinded man could see,
A path curving, down the ravine.
And it had lain there, all along.
Only tested his patience and trials it sold.
He took a flight upon this road-
the trail of glittering diamonds and gold!
-Ayesha
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