The fragrant cloud

In the stillness of the night When darkness itself becomes bright And silence raises a cadence A yearning begs to be heard Demanding for peace among fraternity. In the din and cacophony of the day An echo reverberates from all around Asserting itself repeatedly Demanding for peace among fraternity. The world is adamant Human whims are mean Egos are unaccomodative But still, the yearning persists. Some man's toil is turned to dust By another's hunger for power Forgetting foolishly that one day We all will be dust Still, the yearning persists Demanding for peace among fraternity. Deep down in my heart A beat starts a new rhythm Asserting itself once again That Hope still burns bright. Because, I still have My fragrant cloud To fly away loftily To bond with a like-minded few To be on our own fragrant cloud And shed Rain of Peace. Memchoubi Phanjoubam