Panoramic lucidity

And I failed again! This time the remorse is deep-rooted yet looks manageable. I have tasted the dust earlier and this time my lips are already scratched by the uprooted yellow grass. The cricket chirping near my nose seems amused by my condition and seems to be relishing my ill-fate. My eyelids are covered with minute particles of dust and these particles are itching the cornea of my eyes. I tried to open my left eye which is opposite to the ground but I see a group of people laughing while watching me grounded. I immediately closed it to save myself from this embarrassment. I tried using my left ear to hear at least one familiar voice, while keeping my eyes closed. To my dismay, there is none at this moment. Suddenly a voice crossed my ear and it seems familiar. A ray of hope emerged to find support in this semi-arid place with scorching sun burning my body and the dust covering every bit of my skin including my eyelids and hair. The voice said, “it is his destiny”. The concealed emotional bubble suddenly busted and the liquid filled and trapped inside the bubble finally escaped and dispersed out of my both eyes, nose and the mouth. I felt marshy near my face but simultaneously the dirt around my eyes, nose and lips washed away, clearing the panorama of life for me.