Prowls in while you’re asleep,
Lurks around while you’re busy.
Gives no notification of its arrival,
But off it goes with a banging noise.
It’s a traveller like no other,
Spreading its gospel all over.
Generous and devoted to those willing,
To cling on to it’s rare regalia.
Like in the holy book,
‘Seek me while I may be found’.
For with no definite time,
Like the gust it vanishes.
Make exploit of its boughs,
Else you dwell in sorrow.
If by chance you miss its train,
Relent not till the end.
