In the sultry stillness of an indigo night,
In the echoing emptiness of a faint daylight,
A paralysing thought rushing through my mind
Curbs my senses and envelopes my sight.
Must I wander, or must I stay?
Pondering, I stop, a minute, at the entrance of a faintly lit alley;
Buzzing fireflies, through the darkness, orange in patches,
Light up writings on the walls, of hope, songs and messages.
A whispering breeze, dancing to its own tinkling whistle
Narrates to me of a wishful land at the end of the tunnel;
And warm upon my palm, a blue earthen lamp sways and quivers
Onward I march, resolute, to the haven of believers.
A redemption I seek to end the suspicion galore
A dying attempt to shut, forever, the tumultuous uproar;
To the land unknown, across violet mountains mighty high,
A patch of earth, velvety green, nearer to the azure sky.
From therein I will, patiently, watch the dance underneath,
Of greed and hatred disguised in a crimson ruby wreath;
Of men and women, savage, blinded by lust and power
Triumphing over voices, and succumbing the defeated cower.
Fear not, echo the voice of the mountain herd peacefully solemn
For little drops of water make the mighty ocean;
Like an avalanche we will storm down the mountain
And fall upon the sinister, bringing about destruction.
A world will rise merrily, cloaked in a white veil of serenity
And the hopeful, a thousand yellow dandelions, will smile aplenty;
Sailing with the breeze to lands afar, the happy seeds shall dance in mirth
Harvesting roots of hope wherever their cottony bristles kiss the earth.
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