Dark frail

There, that a body stood
Was it made up of a blood so good
Or was it a shadow that painted
Below a dimmed light that it fainted.

What was it suppose to do ?
Run through the peaks
Or chirp amongst the farms a few
Flow through the gush ahead
Or lay right below a garland, just dead !

The fresh ambience rose a sudden strike
And carried words too little
Wrapped in goodness, the scent it carried
The fine line of utter positivity unvaried

Was it a messenger that landed ,
A message of humanity that glittered
Or was it just a beam of hope
A ray with miles of with a spectrum of scope

Are we all dying out somewhere,
And missing out the fresh air ?
In the fetch of that little more ,
Leaving behind the doorbells, of the open door

Slowly as it faded
I felt like questioning why ?
The pervading silence carried the noise of my footsteps
And a voice , so fragile !

I swung my hand, like the pouring hail
Caught in my fist , the absence of the frail !



The ‘more’ you breathe for , the ‘less’ you get to inhale!  - sid