His moist eyes search
For a soul kind
Outside the deserted church
To free him from the binds
Of hunger, thirst, heat, cold, and pain,
Whilst in shredded garments he faces the rain.
Her throat parched, calls
For a munificent ka
Along the lone street that she sprawls
To unfetter her from the claws
Of torment and trauma, anguish and agony
As with bruises and wounds she faces this fatality.
His blaring ears patiently discern
A pneuma generous
Near the river stagnant and fields burnt
To unchain him from the shackles venomous
Of massacre, slaughter, quietus and horror
Whilst with his body maimed, he faces this torture.
Her stoic face knocks on every door
For a compassionate spirit
In the but beauteous city of a lore
To unbound her from the vile pivot
Of abhorrence, prejudice, spite and hate
As in circles of ostracism she waits.
His mother yearns for a benignant
Her father asks for a heart tender
Their grandparents want an indulgent
Our child gazes for one who cares.
The fledgling seated in the wheelchair
Desires love and affection
The autistic we met on the stairs
Wishes for grace and protection.
The helpers and workers
Crave for one generous and giving
The rainbow tribe standing in corners
Long for being magnanimous and feeling.
This dark world is lost
In a sea of misery and despair
But if of kindness we build crofts
We can guide it elsewhere.
Author: VR Kapse
Editor: Eeshpal Singh