Caveman :Echoes Before History

Before the ink of time was dry,
Before the question, " Who am I,
I walked beneath an endless sky
With earth for a bed and wind nearby.

No kingdom marked the land with a line,
No measured hour, no grand design;
The sun would rise, the stars align —
Nature alone gave the sacred sign.

With trembling hands, I guarded flame,
A fragile light no storm could tame.
Against the dark it softly came,
And taught my silent world a name.

On cavern walls my stories stayed,
In ochre lines and shadows laid;
The hunt, the fear, the debts we paid 
A living memory never to fade

Sree.....