The Bystander

On one daring day, when the bruising sun was yet to set And unfold the opportunities of an anticipated and hopeful day. A bystander sprouted out from her shell into the dew Hardly aware of the blindfolds of reality She set off; ready to feed her eyes what it loves the most, doom! She is a racy schadenfreude. Across the street, a mishap called her name The voice she heeded with race of flashes To the scene, straining to snap a view for her sight Alas! She saw the fuss of commotion, and was marveled She bragged to herself ‘’I’m always on time’’… A metallic beast had kissed a monstrous millipede Conveying explosive water, but had unturned and wet the soil. People were engulfed in steams of smoke Singing the song of pain and perturbing panic. The sing-song travelled to her like the gong of a town-crier The echo drew the bystander closer as she gasped in awe Her frenzied soul almost ran amok in unpleasant excitement Her eyes were fixed on her flutter, while ignoring the wet floor she toed. Just then, a vestige of spark was wafted and veered towards her In seconds of second, she too was swimming in stream of flame She whirled out for help but echo ricocheted void Of abyssal coma, as the day set, the sun smiled as she was bathed to ashes Then other onlookers after observing the osmosis quickly grabbed her remains And blew it to the waiting wind The Man above the earth sniffed it and frowned ‘’Another wasted soul loitering in damnation’’, He muttered. Then He cried rain down to cleanse others But as it showers, they stood back gracing the sight That holds their eyes- the bystanders!