Strokes of faded red, and sprays of bright yellow
Pinches of blue and bubbles of white
Watching the silver lining as it shone like a ring
Within few seconds the silver turned gold and then brass
Alas ! I watching this game mesmerized to be there
Realized the enormity of my creator
My eyes seemed small in this show of colours
And I a small event in the plan of grand events
Awestruck I moved my eyes to earthly moves
And I saw a rugged with clothes shackled to the empty body
A face with bones being the skin and the absence of cheeks
But it lacked no absence of a smile
A smile so holy that I compared it to the wander in the sky
Suddenly I saw a limping dog crying with pain
I recognized the bitter act of one of the young motorbikes
The dog rubbing its hurt leg to the ground
With hope that the ground will absorb the pain
Looking above at the beauty of nature
It seemed he prayed to Lord to have mercy
Adjusting itself on the ground it slept as it cried to Him
Take me away its too much
As I watched struck, the sky, the rugged poor and this limping dog
I wondered if I was the instrument
I waited to see His magic
As I watched with hopes and desperation
I saw the rugged come near the dog and just waive his hands over its wounds
I expected no miracle and it didn’t happen
The poor watched into the watery eyes of the dog
And the dog stared back
It was as eyes were speaking and I was the audience
I forgot the spectacle in the sky and wandered my role in all this
And as the poor kept walking away from the dog
The dog slept no more
Cried no more
Silent as the sky above
The poor walked away
The dog stood up and kept on walking
Still limping and dragging itself
But as the dog crossed me
I saw in his eyes the sky
Sky which was more beautiful than in reality
As I watched two miracles that evening
I wandered to myself what was I clinging to
And the answer was HOPE
Hope that runs this world
And the world above.
