A battered soul was entrapped in a huge hellish tower,
Decades on decades were rushing by,
tears would flow blinding its petrified eyes.
For far and miles there wasn't a single soul who could hear its pathetic cries.
No bird of peace ever flew near that damned tower's skies.
Darkness overpowered as impenetrable unvarying dark clouds surrounded above the devilish tower.
No ray of optimism, could kill the unfathomable pessimistic murk, as in that empire of gloom, ray wielded no supreme power.
Serpents of sorrows wriggled in and around.
Wolves of fear and scorpions of insecurities frowned from every square.
The ill-fated soul could barely move with heavy shackles tightly secured around its feet,
With no anticipation of liberation all it wished was the ultimate salvation.
There wasn't even a trace of a little bit hope,
When out of nowhere the doomed soul chanced upon an unexpected miracle.
One fine morning,an angel passed by that dark dismal den.
Enroute to his heavenly abode,
when he heard the heart wrenching sobs no further could he trod.
He stopped at that barbaric altar.
A gleam of light in that valley of desolation eventually flickered ,
And after ages a bright star on its inky sky twinkled.
The waning soul instinctively dragged itself towards the angelic illuminant.
Its feet began to ooze out blood due to heavy shackles which were meant to hold it back.
The exhausted soul was about to give up
When it beheld the angel's haloed face.
Pain was gone,
Angelic glare melted all its ties,
Smile of the divine for a while bridled all serpents, scorpions and wolves making the soul's escape an easy one.
The ecstatic soul forgot the captivity of the tower for a while.
Heavenly abode was all set to welcome it with open arms.
The birds of peace perched everywhere around,
On the tallest , greenest and sweetest fruit laden trees.
Every nook and corner of the divine abode glistened with the brightest of the sun's rays,
Doves cooed and peacocks danced around.
That was the only place where unfiltered bliss could be found.
Yet, the poor soul was still at a loss,
more than smiles tears adorned its visage.
Angel empathetically tried to handle every possible cause.
His patience was running out and he had almost given up.
Little did the Saint realize healing was a long tedious process.
Only the physical shackles were broken
While invisible ones were still securely holding onto the decades long enslaved soul.
The Soul would try hard to step out of the
marsh of decades old apathy.
Alas! The angel may be had other souls to attend upon.
He had exhausted all his possible means
to help the soul get out of that petrifying terrain.
The angel began to fear the presence of the doomed soul in his divine territory,
The soul which was meant to fail time and again,
and couldn't choose between good and bad,
Thus oscillated back and forth.
Angel's time tested wisdom warned him that the inhabitant of darkness,
would ultimately kill the bliss of his serene abode.
For the best of the rest he had no option but to bid adieu to the feeble soul.
The soul that was though out of hell was capable of turning his pristine place into inferno.
For the first time in ages the angel had tears in his eyes ,
Since for the good of all and peace of his mind he had no other choice but to forsake that place,
Where there was lack of effort and conviction,
Two of the sins considered in heaven the greatest disgrace.
Ultimately he decided to quit his abode leaving it for the struggling soul,
Angel's departure was followed with the flight of all birds, doves and peacocks,
Even the rays of light rushed behind their angelic prince.
The solitary soul standing amidst the darkness ,
knew its efforts to liberate itself had gone in vain,
Its lack of courage and resilience had penned down its dark fate.
It knew now never ever there would be any miracle,
Since opportunity knocks once at one's gate,
And to repent for and rectify mistakes now was far too late.
The angel had already left to help the ones who were the better suited and the best.
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