streets in pain and severed limbs strewn around
In hate lies the heart, in rage lights the mind
Tears dry in the sun, parched soul cries in vain
Walking through the din and the noise within,
the light of hope blown by the wind
and the will to live flickering, or death lingering.
Life retreating from the world we live in.
A distant petrichor summons the clouds and sprinkles rain,
Feet sink in wet mud and a splash of hope
Freeing the minds of a locked window
Eyes closed and breaths deepen for the heathen below...
Gyanban Thoughts: these few lines are attempting to capture the mood of the times we live in, or the chaos which surrounds us. How the pain around us is draining our minds and the will to keep moving. It ends hoping to smell the distant petrichor of hope and neutrality(heathen) of beliefs below.