Recoil

Tremors raised in shakes, Pores soaked in bathe, It came in dug deep, There was root, Down below layers of soot, The distance the wave had traveled, Was enormous and now unraveled, He was scared and down, All gears strewn and thrown, He had not anticipated, And was not expecting to be expiated, Mercy he sought, As he had huge fears he fought, It was as if day did not exist, He could hardly subsist, He repented and panted, And learnt and ranted, The lesson was good, And for times it had withstood, Never dig graves for others, For they might push you in it, Only on a very slight bother.