The Lone Man on the Road
It was a rather rainy night, All was silent --there was no one in sight.
Except for a lone man who was walking on the road, Carrying an oil lamp and an umbrella to block the pour. It was a silent night—no one to be seen, Not even an owl hooted, nor did a bat scream. The man, though, walked on unperturbed by the silence, His face had a determined look—anyone could tell with a glance. Suddenly ,thunder rolled—casting a bright light all around, Then suddenly, it went off as though a torch being put out. The man then looked up and shouted into the storm, “I know you are making it difficult, but I’ll go on. “However you try to make me succumb, I’ll never give up,
I have a lot to do; my time is not up! Can you here me, O shadows of time?
You are yet to watch me sublime.” Saying thus, the man took a turn, The shadows enveloped him in a swirl. Times passed—swiftly ,if I may, But on silent rainy nights, they hear noises, they say … It was a rather rainy night, All was silent -- there was no one in sight. Except for a lone man who was walking on the road, Carrying an oil lamp and an umbrella to block the pour.
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Aishika Mukherjee- 9E
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