Loving Spark Poem by V P Mahur

The heavy rain and storm
One day drove me
Into a cave dark
Misty and strange
I waited and waited
For the rain to stop
But seemed endless
Like the pain
In the sorrowful world
Are at the top
Suddenly
I felt a moaning
It came
From inside the cave
I felt as if
It was calling someone
To help in the grief
I dared into that cave dark
With no trace of spark
Fearfully I crossed my heart
And called my god
To help me help the needy
I could hardly stepped
Some yards
When the land beneath my feet
Appeared to be swallowed
By some wicked thing
I felt floating
And rapidly falling
I tried to shout
But found my throat chocked
I was panting hard
And suddenly
There saw a bright light
And a painting of a cave
Painted by me beloved
What a nightmare it was
As if saying
The path of love is very hard
It costs all joys for pains
Unless you are determined
You have nothing to gain
It may lead you to horrible dark
But your faithful steady mind
Will show you
The loving spark