Amidst the bombings, and gore
Beneath the famished bodies of the hungry children
Underneath the brains of the greedy who govern
In the nature’s fury that unleashes itself often
And in the huts of the tired men who fight for their daily supper
And doom seems imminent.
But somewhere a tiny ray of light flickers.
Hope as imperceptible as a feather’s touch lingers.
And blocks of faith float on the sea of misery.
A day shall come when the peering light will display its full glory!