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
Darkness reigns.
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!
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Lovely poem. I read it aloud in a room with an echo.
What do you think is the light that will one day display its full glory?
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Brotherhood is not fully dead. Hopefully, it will rekindle itself oneday and free the world of all the wrongdoings and war. And thats the little optimism I mentioned. Until then, peace! 😃
Glad you liked the poem 😃
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This is beautiful. It’s easy to get mired in the darkness. “Hope as imperceptible as a feather’s touch lingers.” < Great line!
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Thank you! Glad you found this beautiful! 😃
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