when the light around me goes off
when the sun goes down
but the stars fail to show up.
I walk forward with this
little lantern in my hand, glowing.
My eyes search around
again and again, but in vain.
Who was that
trying to blow off of the light
that shows the way to the feet
those had marched together to triumph
in times of nothingness and adversity?
Why was the flame
not allowed to blaze
in hope and unity
for they who longed and strived
for the prosperity of their lives?
Who is switching off the light
at the time to remember
the brave hearts who stood firm
in front of many challenges
emerging within and without ?
When did the fire die down
leaving the moon
covered in darknessof the clouds
filled withhopelessness, trustlessness