A lone crusader trapped in the desert of solitude,
With adverse winds trying to erode his frail legs,
Destination seems unattainable as the horizon fades away.
Time running out like sand from a sand clock.
Dry salty tears trickle to meet the parched tongue as the mounting pain becomes intolerable.
All hopes evaporating in the heat,
The weak legs unable to carry the load,
Bending like a cut tree.
And then the body meeting the burning sand,
Tanned skin turning red.
Set out to conquer the world, But Now!
Shall he die?

All the possibilities becoming bleak,
Despair will be followed by death alone.
Night is spreading it’s tentacles- slowly but firmly.
Will his sun also set?

He has only a few moments more before his life drains away.
But isn’t it ample time to plant his feet firmly on ground and embrace the sky?
To hope to appreciate the yellow flower that grows in some far away oasis,
To defy the lines that destiny drew and make his way through life’s quagmire.
Surely there is ample time to rise, to resurge and to rediscover once again!
Something stirred and his numb limbs awaken once again,
His will stands up… Before he does,
To follow the distant light,
Which might be too distant for his legs,
But too close to his heart.
Now, at last obsessed with achieving what he sought.

A MAN is born to live again.