A tottering man on a lonely road.
Groaning, screeching and was calling out,
for the missing pieces of his soul.
Until he finds the pieces,
his barred soul won’t be set free.
‘Passion’, ‘Kindness’ are two of them
and ‘Love’ then made it three.
“Passion!”, he screamed, stars descended
Clenched hands though fingers bled.
Moonlight cascaded his being
The dark night got turned blood-red.
Bowed down on wounded knees,
He prayed with parching will.
The benevolent Gods then listened close,
‘Kindness’ sprouted in his soul,
Gushing rivers all just stood still.
Twas a long night, ‘Love’ was nowhere to find,
Gusty wind, through his beard, was hissing.
He was lost alone, he couldn’t go home,
As the final piece was missing.