The lion roars all day now..
As the pain has left him.
Which was his only friend..
He sobs alone..
And the tears meet the sand..
The tales of darkness..
That I’ve heard..
Are now brightly showing themselves.


The sand is wet,trying to console him..
But nomore does he listen..
As he sees it changing..
To red from green..
He is happy..
Atleast he sees a light..

The time has stopped itself..
As it doesn’t know where to go..
Stands still at one place..
He asks “Will there be an end to this phase ? “
The dictator also finds himself helpless..
For the first time..
The lion wants to rest..!!