A boy walked
Down the uncertain street

A boy didn't know
Whom he will meet

A boy was certain
Of 1 thing for sure

The journey is not madness
But a profound cure

The boy embraced the storm
When it tried to take him down

The boy knew
He can never bow

The boy fought
Like a gladiator

He spread warmth
Like a radiator

At times, the boy was cold
Though not cold enough to break

His roots were deep
Arduous to shake

The boy fought so many waves
That he forgot how to cave

The streams gushed,
Collided with him

The boy stood like a wall
They have seen nothing like him

The storm didn't last long neither the serenity
The boy knew how to survive in the broken city

He rested for the moments fewer than the deluge
The city was the one which took the refuge

The boy was the ghost
Focussed on his battle

His mission was the journey
For which his heart did not rattle

His aim led the sea shiver
It broke down into the bloody river

Chaos was rising
Breathing up his name

He showed the storm
He's not to be tamed

Call him a lone wolf or a wounded lion
The city lighted up under his 'Danger' sign

When wreaking havoc became his way of life
The catastrophe he brought was no more naive