Often

I often,

Tried to lift the veil of darkness,

In the night,

I want to see,

If this darkness is anyway

Less or darker,

Than the darkness of souls,

Which is prevailing,

All around humanity.

I often,

Swiftly tried to slip into the morning,

Though am forced to sleep,

To see the hope

In the smog of despair,

In which the peace is held hostage,

By the havoc of confusion.

I often,

Want to scream for help,

While seeing innocents,

Sinking in the quick sands,

In the silly avenging times

Among ancient and tribal civilizations.

But and though

It all seems in vain,

There is nothing to get but all pain.

With just a craok of poisonous words,

All around the god's name.

Yet still,

Often, yes often!

I still wish for humane,

Where no vengeance proclaim,

The very idea of mercy

Gets its wings,

Fluttering high,

At the innocent children's decree.