The rain grew stronger and the clouds passed by, There in a shadow, I saw a man cry. As I approached him to ask the reason why? He sealed his lips and would only deny. That moment I knew, another victim of lost soul. Another victim to shattered hopes. The time too hard for him to cope. And a life too short for him to grow. As I saw, the aura around him, started turning dim. And before he could be swallowed by the grim, My hand, unknowingly reached out for him. He heaved a little sigh, and breathed a little breath. This little fellow had been put through a test. He stood up and struggled again, To not be himself but to be one of the best. Those glimmering eyes had virtually experienced death. ~Pragya Sachdeva