Unnamed.

The swift drizzle and the howling wind,
Changed its path towards the wailing weak,
As the charred trees swayed,
Sometimes I wonder, if it was worth the wait.
The one who walked for miles,
Wearing the same black robe 
And following the pleading cries
The one who made the entire world shudder,
And gave nightmares to the feeble kids,
Failed to open his shell
That had his own broken sobs,
Trapped with all his sins