Brown smoke rose from the tall chimney,
Sinister eagles creating powerful draughts of wind,
Grey lizards swished their tail as they clawed upwards,
Dried moisture from the river bank descended on the tapered structure,
Engulfing parched skin of concrete with paltry amounts of natural coolant.
High up in the tower dwelt a grizzly haired man,
Solitude camouflaged him in totality,
Shriveled bones of his body shone prominently,
Silky white beard flowed majestically from his facial contours,
Adorned he was in godly robes of saffron gold,
Each of his finger was studded with a mystical charm,
There lay a crystal globe abreast of him,
Which he presumed; dissipated entangled enigmas of life.
An affluent man met him with loads of hope,
Bereft he was of precious centers of life bestowing vision,
He had groped about in darkness ever since he was born.
The eccentric saint stared at him for long hours,
Commanded him to kiss the crystal trophy; containing perfumed mountain shrub and water,
Sprinkled all parts of his persona with pinches of turmeric powder,
Smeared his eyes with a paste of rabbit whisker and boiled mushroom,
Chanted spell binding rhymes with proficient ease,
Swayed like a maniac expending all energy possessed by his wrinkled feet,
The transformation that occurred was breathtaking,
Transparent globules of water welled up in the man’s eyes,
Blurred outlines of the room became slowly visible,
Decades of agony in dark seemed to be fading fast,
He could now see the razor sharp outlines of ducks in the river,
As fresh rays of morning Sunlight caressed him with their full might.