What a Day to Die

The rain falls ,

an earthen odour fills the heart

each sense plugged into the nature

an ecstacy, a holy frenzy, a heavenly  bliss prevails

A wounded sage, smiles through the cracks on his lips

his broken body livens up with each drop of the rain

he dances to an inner tune,

in peace, he moves with the grace of an angel,

it is then when lightning strikes,

and the mortal act of joy of the mad mad sage is immortalised,

by an act Divine.

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