This cataclysmic epoch, like the rest shall pass,
Transient woes shall wither away;
Smiles will find its way back, through the downcast mass,
Cheer again will run ablaze, as wretched grief shall allay;
A warm breeze shall thaw the frozen sheets,
As laughter warms the chilly air;
Tight hugs and light kisses, will make the passing days sweet,
Fickle Time will drift into that period fair;
Mirth will sway the flitting days to life,
Humankind shall breathe of lost merry times;
Hope will course its way, into the sorrow so rife,
As a vivid rainbow washes away the gathering grime;
Upon bleak burial pits, radiant flowers will bloom,
As youthful aspirations shall soar in zealous fly;
Happy souls in intense raptures, will fill the emotion gladdened sky,
And blissful happiness shall again emerge from its shadow of gloom.
– Rehaan
