they bore the rain, the storms
sunshine ,the steady scent song of flowers
with the same detached optimism
the meek yet powerful stance of the silent
their pride and hopes within remain
As thunder claps in anger, in vain
and we - shrouded with obscurity
strive towards the truthin all our impulsive demeanour
see but fragments of all we honestly call truth
broken pieces of glass reflecting visions of our own devise
distorted and misunderstood overwhelmed in our helplessness
with all our courage, submit to our smallest fears