A perfectly beautiful and fulfilling day at work was marred by the wails of our mother earth. It got smeared by the blood of those innocents; the innocents who died an unjust death in front of the house of justice.
The ones who departed, the time was not on their side. They became the chosen one and before any body realised, the were suddenly gone.
The uncertainty disturbs me and flashes a chilling streak of fear across my spine. When would certainty become the fate of life? When would peace prevail without any fear?
As I search the answers to these questions, many more pop up in my distraught mind. But finding an answer, it seems,is going to take a very long time. Before I drown in the whirlpool of these ever increasing questions,I want to do something that may bring me some peace.
So I close my eyes,bow down my crown; With full faith, I urge myself to pray for those who are gone. May your souls rest in peace. My dear Mother Earth please do not weep.
The events of the day gone by, made so many mortals cry. How long would all of us weep? What if our empathy just dries?
Yes! I am distraught! Can someone just come by...give me a hug...and assure me that it's going to be alright.
I really need that hug.
Can someone just come, give me a hug and tell me it's going to be alright?
