When they all cry…
Chorus of multitudes mingled with shrieks of hatred
a loud thud when another of them fell on earth
sheer naked pleasure in those eyes like beams of laser
another cry another tear and world would burn like wildfire
yet when they all cry in unison
their veils echo through the valley of death
when parched land yields stumps
painted in colour of earth
when blades cut through harsh skins
when green is only in the eyes of underprivileged
when fruit are locked and frozen dead
when church bell keeps ringing through births
when conks of shell sounds shriller than owl’s howl
when water is scarcer than red wine
when mightier forgets to share their loot
when music from temples stay indoors
when bread tastes better then honey
when honey bees search aimlessly
all is dark all is blank all is doomed
one single ray of hope rises from the east of sky
fallen are raised from their ashes
dusted off polished anew washed in oceans of love
sparkling bright lustrous and illuminated
multitudes raise their arms towards skies
their chorus of luscious love sonnets echoes through the universe!
