THE INTRUDER

They all had just left,

worried about the orange theft,

with just one thought in mind,

why are they planting this pine,

prompting them to make fire line.

Some were out  to fetch the bread,

some were out to get the dead,

they all knew that the doom,

will one day surely bloom,

little they hoped it would end soon.

Down the hill in the hamlet,

today there was no gate bolted,

all the chimney works had been halted,

the old and the small eyes were busy,

looking for their loved ones through the air dizzy.

They were praying the pregnant clouds,

to break apart all their bounds,

and praying were the village hounds,

knowing they could not defeat the Nature,

which is believed to have the highest stature.

The troops were deployed,

to  save the fields unemployed,

the mafias were being blamed,

they were responsible for this flame,

now,  there was no end to this shame.

The dusk was approaching,

but the fire was still scorching,

all they could do was pray,

till their hearts were gay,

when finally, after the night, comes the day.