It is the lack of Faith in most of us which has landed us in trouble and all the
more the questioning spirit that has crumbled established entities resulting in
social degradation. Such being the case, the poet humbly admits that
Faith alone sustains the writer at all times.
Faith
When the city was engulfed
by the gruesome blackout ,
the wailing thin city as if
Clamped by curfew,
The roaring sea devastated,
the bridge and the rail
giving the happy passengers
A clean and sudden burial,
the Labour in the hospital
goes on , the cry of the
new born comes in,
the flicker of the candle
emits hope for the inmates,
I the lone walker on the
Flooded road, breathe
Faith , by the felled
Tree, slowly Falling,
Falling in the Fallen hour.
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