The sky, the poor and the dog

                         

 

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.