"WALK AT THE DAWN"

This man was walking in a morning and repent his bad deeds . Here is the composition :-

Good deeds can not be furnished only by thought,
Though it is a ladder to achieve goals as sought.
Jumble paths, nonetheless, come as the challenge,
Action describes it all, so give life a complete avenge.

It was dawn and sun was overpowering the horrible dark,
A man was walking down the street with a strange spark.
He carried a stick with a long sharp edge on the corner,
Frowning his eyebrows wide, pretending it as armor.

The terror was due to his over-belongingness to himself,
Fear of bereavement was on the top of his mind-shelf,
Something was wrong somewhere and somehow in the past,
Spent his almost age murdering others emotions with haste.

Thinking stick was his proud that he survived on the earth
Forget he remained alone and lonely with life of no worth,
Apathy for people and treating them like a poor material,
In turn, he got a life of despair stages in a rough serial,

By the time, sun was up and spreading the rays all across,
Suddenly he sat on a pavement and took a silent pause.
Mumbling the words and praying to go back to initial days,
But it was wasteful to repent as there were no left ways.

: - Vinay Singla (25 April, 2010: 20:47, DXB)