Even when the world is upsidedown for me;
Even when I shattered with the difficulties I couldn’t cope up;
Even When I battered with the torments I was unable to bear;
Even when I shrunken with a broken heart that I couldn’t mend;
Even when I engulfed by the swirls of dread that become the Shadow of mine;
Even when my eyes are scorched by the heat of desertion and humiliated by the mirages;
It is my prayer to the ultimate power;
with folded hands, closed eyes, pure soul:
Don’t make me to loose the hope upon you;
That you will rekindle my destroyed life.
That you will lit my dilapidated ambitions.
May be by catching even a last ray of daylight – ready to doom into dusk and directing towards me.
May be by picking a light streak of a cyclone – lasts only for a glint and throwing upon me.
May be with a cinder born out of collision of insensitive lithos and ignite my collapsed life.
May be in an innumerable ways .
May be in a single miracle way.
And rejuvenate my life in a spectacular way.
Dont make me loose my hope upon your caress upon me.