Builder of an ark...

Oneday God
Asked him to build the ark
For there would be a flood...

That year had been the driest one though
And everyone barring him was sure
It was just a great joke...
But he carried doing his work
Defying everything...the metero-logical...
And this idea was so much into him
He forgot to trim
His beard which grew
Like dark brown carpet
And his hair got really long...
From a distance he appeared a workman strong
Slogging on planks of wood...

With the work his hands grew tough
His skin got a bit rough
And people were amazed to see
A big ark being built by him faraway from the sea...

But the flood did not come
Wayward vagrant lot
Used to stand before the ark
And look at its magnitude
And he, the builder stood
Always on the deck
Searching for a speck
Of dark cloud...

Days passed
Heat lashed
Like a whipping thing
And people talked about the futility
Of such a gigantic work...

But the man
A faithful servant of God
'soon there will be a flood'
He thought...
Being a faithful one...

Then the authorities of the land
Oneday turned
And passed the order
Of dismantling the ark...
They came with saws and
They were about to hack
The whole wooden work to a garbage stack...

Then...
Somewhere there was a strong sound
Of water forcing breaking the dam...
And
The people, the townfolk
Turned their heads and looked
At the huge mountain shaped column of water
Breaking open the dam
Rushing down...

They all ran helter skelter
And the great inundation happened...
The ark and the man got floated...
The ark
Got floated...