A day, neither so hot nor so cold

held me by hand and took me along

the shores, drifting with breezes.

And showed me its vibrant colours,

the ablaze strengths and the drooping valour.

On its way, an old man passed by

cracked feet, fissured hands, bent shoulders

Heavy load that made him difficult to walk.

The day, feeling pity, turned soothing

and shaded him in its cool shade

shadowing his way from cruel heat.

Moving ahead, a child it hugged

and a tear drop fell from its eyes.

The child, an orphan,tormented

 by the reality and cruelty of masked world.

The day, slowly, turned rainy,to give

the child drops of water to drink.

Somewhere in the inn, a traveler waited

With weary nerves, bruised soul, dejected self

to escape from the unclaimed ignominies.

The Day! feeling hapless and depressed

shed an ocean to tears to rue the

callous nature of the beastly human.

It cried and cried and cried..

                                ~ Shah Bisma Manzoor

                                   Anantnag, India