She crossed the plains and the verdant meadow
Whispered a prayer under the shade of a tree
Her gait, now tired and slow
Her hands heavy with baggage three.
Uneven breathing; no help at sight
The sweltering afternoon turns deaf ear to her misery
Her hope shriveled with weariness and thirst
From the curse of her life, she wanted to be free.
She struggled to walk into the yonder
Till she fell unconscious again;
She looked at the sky with wonder
When her senses got revived in the rain.
The petrichor was the balm to her ache
She picked her baggage and began walking
When someone called her from the back
She saw a lad in her direction, running.
"Miss, may I be of some help?", he asked
She nodded as he took two bags from her hand
Amid drizzles and the long journey, they talked
About everything in each other's world.
In a few hours, they reached the destination
She bid goodbye to the guiding spirit
With him and the Divine, she felt a vivid connection
"I am blessed forever", she finally believed.
© Purba Chakraborty
02.04.2018
Note: This is a ballad. Ballad is a poem that is typically arranged in quatrains with the rhyme scheme ABAB. Ballads are usually narrative, which means they tell a story.
