Sound of Subdued

Subtle, stagnant, subdued, yet here we come;

The unforeseeable weather is still my concern;

The holy rays have already begun;

Fortune is far-fetching even for the sun.

We come across a hamlet there lived the migrants just like us;

They gave us warmth and a warning plus;

The longer I know myself I have been a cuss;

So we ensured we would take the cuts.

Then comes the fateful day when we pledged to see the lagoon;

We were animated, thankful and joyous as we walked along the tune;

Soon our voyage was halted as we saw the sky on fume;

Torn apart by the wild thunder and whisked away by the raging rain, we found shelter near a tomb;

Lit a fire, made a castle and felt ourselves immune;

We ate, talked, and laughed to see the light the next day, we presume.

'Let there be light.' the father said, and there it was in its full glory;

We resumed our voyage on that uncertain path as we slowly climbed the storey;

Maybe we are lost, we thought, hence our thoughts were full of a flurry;

But soon, after a few steps could see the lagoon a bit blurry;

We rushed towards it like a bee, the flower being the splendid blue under a sky hoary;

Later, I imagine myself being in a dream, a trans and watching and waiting for the unfolding of the story.

P.S.- A very special thanks to the Bakarwals who gave us food and warmth when we needed it. Also, to Surabhi and Emza, without whom this journey would not be possible.