Your desire to live a long life stems from a desire to leave an indelible mark on history, for otherwise, like an ant crushed to death by an unrepentant human, your insignificant life will be forgotten by all.
The sirens of ambulances carrying bombing victims lulled children to sleep. Mothers, many of whom were widows, were torn between mourning or thanking the deceased.
Nothing to believe in. Everything appears fake. Realism and faith are necessary for poetry writing. Can't escape poetry, though; writing poetry is the breath of my soul.
How beautiful those days were, when we sat together and shared our sorrows and joys.Life's simplicity had bound our hearts together, and happiness was engrained in it. Only remembrance makes us feel the joy of it now, though not totally.
Lord, I beseech thee to grant peace to all wretched souls who wander in search of it. Lord, if you do not grant peace to these souls, they will sow seeds of doubt in every heart and cause upheavals in a society riven by unrest.
The era of despondency is over. The angle has arrived with Sun in her hand. She will illuminate all dark minds and dark places on earth with the Sun light.
The era of despondency is over.
Let us allow the Sunlight to kiss our face and make it shine brightly.