His smoky eye-lens he carries
His throbbing beat of adventure packed
He has to travel the night
To go far yet on a short journey of 8-hrs

Dust of mist stand on the way
Showers of ignorance rain drip dropping
It’s a journey into the deep seeping darkness
A spear into a blood coated organ he has to throw

His feet has lodged and clogged too long on zero zone
Struggle! His feet wrangle in stepping on a drop
The drop that turns into a dot; to make a trail of his footprints
Each print punctuates the life-waiting solicitude

They are young sank in trembling fear
Yet they breed desire to posses
He vows to die into the knowledge of union
He shall survive no longer

Genes are calling and his chromosomes are happy
Why chromosomes for he has to hit X
To perpetuate the next generation
To fathom humanity

I hear nature calling
I hear sacredness smile
I hear dances of angels in heaven
But he watches her as he slumbers awake in his deep sleep

He shall wake to her call
He shan’t wait for the green smoke on the chimney
In tranquility I hear her call; Samuel! Samuel! Samuel!
He tells me “If I answer I know I shall awake; my Lord I surrender to rudeness”