From where I saw...

Burning at the stake,

Clouds came to rescue

And the desert smiled

In all its glory..

In the busy streets,

In isolation,

Storyteller lived

Breathing his story..

During all this while,

In quiet corner,

Poetry cried..

In awe, the poet sighed..

I heard somewhere in the heart of the city,

The thorns pricked deeply and the flowers wilted....

~~payal~~