The Numen's Archetype

Glooming forest

With scintillating sky,

Chirping birds and I butterfly.

I do love them when

I sit on the tanned trunk of the prodigious tree raising its head up high.

Though I seem to be in like this

But this comes to my eyes everyday.

I remember the day with my very old friend,

Yet the same fade away like a strong sway of hay.

Here again, I say

Am a person full of desolation,

Eyes full of perception,

And carrying a bag of expectation.

A day I don't remember in a blissful mood

Even now I expect someone to make it good with fortitude.

Quotidian I think of the Numen,

Regretting for my cruel deeds

And thanking him for the special persons

That he gave me as my gift.

Today I idolize, Oh my God,

Thy made me an able creature,

With the help of your beautiful creation,

Very cunningly named as a" Teacher ".