His Belief

He was inside a big zero- A circle- he opted to dig deep Listening to a few prompts- Ladders and ropes- that moved away from their own Leaving him behind No side steps carved out He was left out inside Devoid of water A sickle in his hand He carried in- His belief He started to scrap the soil All around from inside Slowly the depth was getting filled up And to his surprise The soil itself started slipping Of its own accord Filling the void… As the slippage continued The circle got transformed To a plain, at par with the stratum He started with Growing further it stood tall- A hill whereunder he lay buried… 18th Feb 2020