Standing amidst graves at a funeral,
Only a few shades were predominantly visible;
Green, grey, dark granite and white marble.
That apart, the faded faces of people;
Everyone flaunted a somber expression,
Which came by default for such an occasion.
Kids excited ran over tombstones and around crucifixes.
Little did they worry or care about the dead and departed;
All was calm as they lowered the coffin,
A handful of soil everybody parted as a send off token.
Teardrops and grieving hearts accompanied the last hymn.
And with a word of prayer they finally bid farewell,
That very moment surfaced a ‘Why?’ And the thunder roared,
Yet on my ears the question echoed louder and the rumble was a whisper.
The rain rushed down and invaded the moment;
I felt it gently embrace me from all over.
I looked up to the skies
But couldn’t really open my eyes.
Was it the rain or a way He displayed His love?
To say that He too wept for the sake of His beloved.
This was the word He sowed in my soul,
That “When calamity comes, the wicked are brought down,
but even in death the righteous have a refuge’.
So here I am to tell you "Never let go HOPE".