If words do heal, if words are prayers
If words are love, if words have powers
Let me stop by the corridor with my pen.
The corridor that binds us beyond the boundaries
Irrespective of colour, caste, creed and nation
where compassion embalm the bruised seamlessly.
Who doesn’t know, pain has same taste and feel?
Yet we live it as much as our heart bears it.
When the fire in the heart is bright and burning
When inner whispers constantly remind us
Nothing can put a stop, as life has to go on..
Any tragedy marks a new beginning for a better life.
It embraces fresh dreams to build a beautiful life.
The invincible spirit of indomitable will
ready to kiss tomorrow’s sun with enthusiasm
Like how a phoenix rising from ashes to touch sky
believing in the power of hope and life.
With frozen tears we dare to rewrite our destiny
We realise no tremors can quiver our spirit forever.
At the corridor with compassionate heart and prayers
With courage and desire we walk towards renaissance
To live over again with smile on face as if nothing had happened
and whatever happened is bygone or just a nightmare of last night.
© Maaya Dev