The Answer

Is it passion, if it is lost at a hit on the ground,
Is it life if gone just by a small lightening bolt,
Is it love if wiped out by a single doubt around,
Is it she if she cries hopeless about a future smile?

Her love for life is so big that she can revive the world,
Her trust in faith is still strong enough to break all barriers,
Her sharp eyes are just enough to straighten the emotions curled,
Her remnant courage is just what she needs to fight the bad time out.

It is not her if she puts her weapons down,
It is not her if she puts her ambitions low,
It is not her if she leaves the battle midway like a clown,
It is not her if she no more believes in the vow.

Oh... Look at her ... How majestic she looks!
With dauntless charm on her face as ever,
She is back to teach a lesson to those worthless crooks,
To tear their sinews with just a mighty blow and be the winner forever.

When

The sun is in the dark,
The fishes are dry,
The sky is looking for shelter,
And Music is groping for her own voice!

The idiot box is seamlessly befriending her,
The fridge invites her for more and more food,
The wrecked shelves of the rack are staring at her,
And the unsettled blanket is crying for her warmth.

The balcony gate is cruel like a cage,
The curtains are behaving like a mirage,
The bed she is on, is no less than a hideous monster,
And the Wall is hunting for the latent truth.

When will the sun rise again?
When will the fish breathe in water again?
When will the sky be her shelter again?
When will music sooth the ears again?