The Smoky Senses

The unprecedented cry
Makes one horrify
As it is alien
To the ones who are downtrodden.
Through the hazy glass
The inferno could be seen destroying amass.
Sitting in the nearby cabin
Cries the wretched urchin.
For the conflagration
Swept his small nation
Where lived his parents
Now remain here no residents.
But the story still continues
With the only survivor in the Hamilton avenues.
Do you know what happened next?
Suddenly a sage turned up and took him towards northwest.
Wow! What a view!
An unending vista with myriad of hue
Finally a new leaf is turned over
Thenceforth the orphan looked back never.