I tread the foggy roads in search of the sunny sky,
I tried to call for the warm winds but to no reply,
My legs faltered with the obscure voice of a war cry,
As I reached the light, I saw many mothers singing the same lullaby.
They were abandoned as their disorders couldn’t have been purified,
Their unexplored pain was infectious, it left them bone dry,
I couldn’t relieve them of their plights, I stood their horrified,
Untill a sudden breath of light opened my mind’s eye.
– Muzaffar Ahmed