Chapter: The Black Serpent on the Path of Death
Evening dusk in a barren desert
A lantern lightened inside
A lightening lantern – treasured memories of the past
And I could see people with the sight of thoughts
The pleads of aggrieved, the anger filled screams
A whisper of love (echoing)
Children crossing my sight
Walking through the mountain track
Coming close to the bank of river
To collect the shinning stones
And make towers from the sand
Jumping, running, making noise…
Sunset in the evening
Flock of grazing sheep in dust
Returning home
Fire lightning in clay ovens
With its flames touching the sky
And girls coming back from the castle
With their beautiful ecstatic walk
In the same barren desert
With a dazzling silent world of memories
Capturing my thoughts
I was walking…
The next morning:
The night ended
In the desert
Far from noise
And sounds and shadows
Dazzling journey in dark night
The light spread
And I found myself
In a new world
Of barren deserts, shrubs and thorns
Of rocks and dust
Of mighty mountains
Holding breath like frozen giants
Silent…
As if waiting for a havoc
A terrifying, sudden accident (revolution)
Strange chaos in barren desert
And I asked myself
Why do we build cities?
Cities of castles, gardens and walls
To spend our lives fighting each other
Why this life?
‘‘To be far from barren deserts’’
People fear darkness
They fear nights in barren deserts
When exhausted in the cities from the fights
They come close to burning lanterns
To talk of life in barren deserts
They say:
‘‘There is a dark cave…
With terrifying opening entering the earth
That leads to hell
And at midnight
Ghosts come out
To roam in desert
The dry stream becomes a snake
Coming close to the door of city’’
Scared kids believe these stories
While elders laugh
But deep inside
They tremble… feel the fear
A very pleasing continuation of the author’s ambitious work.The casual reader encountering this for the first time is particularly encouraged to read The Dragon of Self Parts 1 and 2.