By Sombudha Chakraborty
In chambers old where timbers sway,
And shattered dreams meet light of day,
We walk beneath a sky unclear,
Yet hold our hopes and dreams sincere.
A girl once danced in monsoon's rain,
Till fever brought her final pain.
Why do we build what time tears down?
Why smile through sorrow, laugh through frown?
We plan; we rise with hearts of steel,
But stumble when it's time to heal.
The hands that guide, the minds that rule,
Forget compassion's golden tool.
Yet still we mourn, and still we care,
For pain that hangs thick in the air.
A stranger falls, our hearts still break—
We feel the wounds that others make.
A crude bomb tears through peaceful ground,
Where laughter once was love's sweetest sound.
A broken road, a child who cried—
Each human tale we hold inside.
We reach for stars and touch the sky,
Yet trip on stones that make us cry.
We speak of laws and justice which are bright,
But what of those who've lost their light?
What makes us human isn't bone,
Nor blood, nor flesh we call our own—
It's how we weep for strangers' tears,
And stand with those who face their fears.
It's not our strength or prideful race,
But how we meet loss, face to face.
To pause our climb when others fall,
And answer suffering's urgent call.
We are the echo through the night,
The gentle flame, the guiding light.
A whispered word, a helping hand,
A silent prayer we understand.
Humanity is not a perfect art,
It is a kindness born from every heart.
So let us not just build and grow,
But lift the fallen from their toe.
For though our time may fade too fast,
We are the love that's meant to last.
In acts of grace, in hope, in tears—
We sing the song that conquers years.
God bless! Keep it up👍