Secret Spells

A Spark of Hope

People of these days don't really put a silent smile,
Terribly busy, in their own clueless world, like an ignorant,
All day long in the far away merchants work house.

Selfish heads carving with anger, waving their muddy hands,
And quenching the spark, tarnished lamp of love and peace,
Shows the shift of fate and doom crumbling towards.

The libertine hands are being pulled down the crust,
Anyway the foolish masters will soon realise the light,
That the crescendo of life is being reversed to the first.

Slowly, very slowly, realizing those odious themes,
With a twisted legs they climbed up the chasm of despair,
Reforming the dimensions of their passion for life.

Nothing seems bad so far, than the darkened days we had,
The emphasis of change had been the last chance,
Which could immerse themselves with a bond of mankind.

Even the gunman argued with each other before him,
As the dark shaded beauty within the prey's spearing sight,
Was just far away mirage reflecting the the truth inside.

The armed people quit, earning the pleasures of survival,
Dimmed the cannon lights and washed away the dirt,
Together they smiled, looked down at once and saw no lines.

Perhaps the people and money aren't the real curse,
But the maps and languages - banish their inhuman tricks,
That they taught to intend and divide our solemnly self.

When the spark was lit brighter, humanity has enrolled,
And travelled even beyond 'The Nine Realms' to find it,
Which could make the land bloom and destinies cherish.

At the end drop of life, it falls slow and steady a head,
Extending a path to introspect the peace and wisdom,
And only us the divine species which could unite them.

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The world has changed a lot since,
the spark of today's sunshine,
grew with the hope
in a human's hope.....