Ajar, nature's doors opened wide

Instilling high spirits

On untrodden tracks

Winding its way up the hill.

Unfamiliar footfalls

Gained momentum

To crush nature on its way.

Dried leaves and twigs

Along dangling tree branches

With engulfed climbers and creepers

Built thick pyres to be laid.

Warm noon air dazzled

Through hot rays of Sun

Searching for a spot

To trickle a game of fire.

Waiting stealthily

To capture those seconds

Who triggered those tiny sparks?

To engulf so many lives later.

Knowingly or unknowingly

What lead them into a death trap

That charred their dreams forever.

Within seconds those tiny sparks

Grew into stretched tongues of fire

Cooked both flesh and bones;

Eating lives on its way.

Rescued from fiery tongues of fire

Peeled survivors dangled between life and death.

Is it right to think?

Blessed are the dead

For they were deprived of the pain,

To survive before they breathed their last.

Nothing could have saved them

Except their destiny that sustained

With good deeds, thoughts and lives.

Whatever it may be, now and then

Nature sends in the warning

Never tamper with someone

Who will not react at the first instance

But will give you back in multiples later

That could leave you stumped forever...