Life snakes through the darks and dungeons,
And I, like a bird fly the curvy crosses,
Asking myself: where am I?, why am I?
And, Who am I?
And, the wind fetches for me an inkling,
When it spreads the arid dust on my face,
I sense, I am the dust of Thy feet…
I rejoice until I see the clouds swelling the sky,
I sense, I am the togetherness of your love…
I close my eyes when a drop wets my cheek,
Rain drop or my tear?
I sense, I am the tear that you shed when you smile…
I look far, far and far,
Who am I?
And, You come close and say in my ear,
That ‘You are my HOPE to this world’
And I know, I am the gossamer of hope, yours and mine!