Where clouds drift

in silene across blue skies;

where sun spreads beaming light

over mountains yonder far;

where chidren cry in hunger

their thirst scorched as dry bones;

where Nirbhayas of our world

stay undaunted

like embeded rocks on a hill top

to protect their dignity and decency -

let us clasp our hands in prayer

bow our heads

in abeyance to the heavens

ask of Him

to unshackle ourl lives

from thistles and thorns

that we may light a torch

of acumen

 in readiness

to heal our wounds.