He was badly injured
Blood was quenching the thirst
Of eroded plants
The deserted way was grieving
With the sighs and panting
A strip of bandages adored
The heavy rescued heart
And then someone with a thick mustache
Dragged him towards a haunted hut
The stranger put alum
As blood trickled with pus
Moreover the stranger took off
The bandages of his heavy heart
And his warmth drowning wrath
Till the man became convalescent
The hut wasn't built in thick woods
It was in the slum of clothes, threads and technical loops
People might have stitched the man's wounds
Probably they were the best tailors of the town
The man is fine now
In those deserted ways
He's been trained the art of removing bandages
Strip by strip..
He gained his name and fame as one of the best tailors
In a town of trespassed healers..