Valsa George - Prophet

There was
none
to
listen
to him

His words were like:

-A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks

-The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night

-The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry

-The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners

His words sounded meaningless
To a world that spoke a different tongue

With no receptacle, his words like heated waters
Evanesced into vapour and billowed upwards
Like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds

But one day it rained down,
Quite unexpected…….

With thunder and lightning!


Valsa George

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