While the rain harvests
the blossoms from the wild weeds,
and the retreat of the sun
behind the cloud veil becomes complete,
the invisible organisms intrude
into the skin and scions of human kind.
It is the shadow wall of protection
that had got undone.
The folks wanted to play gambler,
to test their luck to abate
the misery and pain a little.
Many parted from the families
The unseen presence-
named, as hope and faith,
masked as flowers and stars,
had bloomed and shined
somewhere near the graves.
Drops parted form the rain,
and rays parted from the sun.
No earth existed, where any-
hiding place can be found.
None excluded from death.
The drops died, the rays died,
the stars died, also the flowers.
When The Writer's Dove, but spread its wings,
and one tempted man craved for water,
end became the beginning,
and death became life.
And the separation of the souls
became an endless, eternal union.
The fever subsided and the world lived again.