Reached I the hill top, hard bearen,
Loss struck heart from inner driven…
But the things quite vanished at my sight,
Landed a new of heaven’s might...
Twas a jungle painted pitch black,
With it’s eerie high sounded mighty blank…
Foe there stood still touching heaven,
Majestic oaks for all their mystery given…
Wild arose in the mid-night drowse,
Howling in the still of haven dose…
Adds to it a chilly cool breeze,
Taking the objects it glanced to freeze…
Wandering my way through the woods,
Found a tusked rail track meandering good…
The chilly cool breeze carried along with it,
A lonely baby’s cry hardly hit…
For I thought myself the only mortal,
Steadied myself in the jungle fatal…
Shadowed behind the mighty browns,
Stunned to see an infant’s frown…
Into the careless world was driven,
For the baby’s appeal rang haven…
He’s quite there on the tracks,
Leading itself into a dungeon’s tunnel…
In the pitch black was pleaded help,
For I’m nothing except a mere shadow,
Where trees through me were to bow…
For I thought to myself am a ghost,
In the fantasy world which served me host…
Out in the tunnel saw I a light,
Feared a train to rush us might…
Twas growing brighter from the hell,
Like rushing pagodas from the shell…
Stunned was I to see the thing,
Kind bearing angel from heaven’s king…
Eye’s aflash, beauty’s birth,
Red stud lips of gentle mirth…
Bent down gently holding the child,
Lifted him into the careful mild…
Into my eyes wide ablaze,
Beautiful two of angel gazed…
For they vanished into the air,
Leaving me alone in the care…
The serene jungle vanished again,
And there was I on hill again…
Got the truth of mortal’s race,
Never lose hope at any pace……