I hit the road with no passerby to run around,
And the night was like the road-pitch black;
Having thunder bolts like white strips on it.
Winds are whirling around and leaves are circling
with deafening noise,
Like fruit mix in a juicer.
The tree branches were moving back and forth
As a witch ruthlessly whips her lash and the tress were shaking like old shabby man.
I was lying on the midst of the road;
Waiting for the cool drops of rain-
O rain, pure holy water from sacred grail of the heaven
Amassed dripping tears from virgin souls at time of prayers!
Come, fall upon me and wash away my sins.
I wanted to resurrect, guiltless breath in the sun.
I waited, waited and waved my head towards vast unknown sky
But no shower came!
Mighty Satan laughed like a squeaking mouse.
But a whisper inside jabbed me to stand,
It was me, who chose the road,
Neither I was ready nor was this the end of the road.
I should walk till the journey end or met with my guardian angel
At the next crossroad!!
13.11.2013; 00:21 A.M