Crawling in pain is the silence deep in the heart,
Caged in misery is the frantic voice of the depot.
The flares of excruciation broke me down,
Land went clouded, in tears leaving the midtown.
Flares of heritage when took to the sky,
Steamed went the moods and hearts were seen at cry.
Of the old walls, the redolence of purity whirled around
Icicles condensed through the skin as land mourned.
Footsteps lost their impressions,
Ashes they turned in the chains of questions.
Enthralling Pillars, the tribute to shiny foreheads,
All lost to the tyrant sitting on pavement in seconds.
The smell of dead smoke and water spill over the yards,
Sunken went the knees and nameless went cards.
The hope once again took over to the street,
Out of the gloomy day unity is all that we need.
The Saint never was lost but the four walls,
Teachings never will go mute, encrypted are they in our hearts.