“Listen to me,”
Said the little girl, in confidence.
“I have a voice;
It might be tiny, but never insignificant.
It’s the voice of hope, wrapped in faith,
Believing it shall make a difference,
For the sake of my fellow beings,
Now and in the years to come.”
She lifted her hand,
And raised her voice again,
“Listen to my voice!”
When queries fill the sphere,
But all you can find is shadow,
They turn into a cloud of doubt,
Then dissipates in no air.
Brings out all the other lights
And makes them bright,
Conquering darkness they might.
Running through the tunnel,
You are exposed to the limited sphere.
Sometimes the end is invisible,
But it is doubtlessly leading you somewhere.
Keep on running.
Enjoy the solitude.
Everything turns into silhouette
On the canvas of the blue sky
It’s the beauty of not seeing the whole picture