BEGIN TO BLAST

O Man! Whom you, wait for?

So eager, and so impatient;

So listless, and so cheerless;

In the deep forest, at the bank,

O man! Why you sit, so alone?

Look so utterly down, and bitterly dejected;

So asked, the blowing, and winding wind,

To the man, in the mid of forest.

The man hence, by gathering remnant breath, replied,

In low and, subdued tone;

In such a, frightening forest, he is left alone:

In front, is the rippling, and roaring river;

How to cross, such deadly monster;

I dare not, to dive into it;

Such a howling, and horrible, hurricane;

Where the death, stare and scare,

With fiery, blazing bloody eyes.

The wind made, a sudden swirl;

Around the morbid and melancholy man;

By easing and showering,

A drizzling coolant;

The wind said, to the sad, and susceptible man;

No vain, if you stand and wait,

Someone to incarnate, and, at once appear;

To sway you, across, to next bank;

The footprints, of the men,

Are still alive, and the ages do witness it;

No one else, it’s you, and you only,

To drown and swim;

Startling strength, lies deep, within you;

Which you know not;

You, the men, have overpowered, us all;

And drastically dominated, even in, all deadly deeds;

Than to sit, so suppressed, and silent;

Rather you, awake and stand strong,

By bold braggart and brilliant fortitude;

You begin to blast.

With such unprecedented, zeal and gesture;

The man flung, for away, to the next beach.