Under the cursed tree, the solace of noon winds embraced me.
I remained! Intrigued and attached to the feeble rustle of bi-colored leaves.
Parched lips and an empty heart skipping one inconsequential beat.
Still I remained as an oblivious speck, flinching at nothing at all
The drunken djinn ogling from the crumbling branches above whispered a silent tale.
A tale of a mirage that glimmers in light and dims out at dark without a hint of a fight.
The djinn let out a smirk and it shook me awake, a droplet fell through the carpet of leaves and on my head.
A cold spine, a meddling heart and the salt of my own tears hurt my morbid wounds.
The rain stopped, a puddle was formed on the dent I made as I had sat through the time.
On the hazy mirror that the puddle made, I saw the djinn mounted on my shoulder blade.
Without a pause, I jumped and danced. The djinn fell into the puddle, drank the water and left me with nothing at last.