Lost in the territory of devastation,
When one has got no way out;
Who makes the beacon of hope show up?
It’s the Belief in the inner self…
Vanished in the vortex
of natural disasters,
When arms are up and screams of agony echo the skies,
Who heals the wrecked spirits by time?
It’s the hope for the good…
Maybe crippled, maybe broken,
Maybe battered, maybe beaten;
It’s all about the walk
Walking with instinct…
As fury of the wildest storms,
can’t stop the candle flame to gleam;
For those who vow by their aims to achieve the grandest,
For those who are discerning and who never dispel,
And for those who are stark optimistic…
Grandeur is in their living,
Grandeur is in their death.
© Hrishikesh Padhye
Excerpt from the book “Echoes And Consequences”
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