A Sincere Prayer

O rain come, come riding;

Come with the trumpets blowing,

Come with your chariots roaring,

Come o fearsome warrior,

Summon all your strength and vanquish whatever is dark and evil,

Come with new leash of life for the lifeless, hope for the hopeless;

Come to become the voice of weak and downtrodden;

To become their weapon against the strong and corrupted;

Wash away whatever is impure;

Whatever is evil, whatever is rotten and is to be abhorred;

Making way for the new, that which is fresh and pure;

Come to show that truth can’t be vanquished;

Even in the darkest of hours it is just behind the veil;

It will come piercing the veil of ignorance, the veil of darkness;

Ignited by the spark of knowledge it will spread like the wild fire,

Destroying the rotten, the dead under its flames while the evils in fear perspire;

And after your wrath is over…all the dirt will be gone;

The new air will bring with it the sweet smell of freshness;

The sky, the birds, all of nature will be dancing in anticipation of hope,

The sun will be bringing with it new rays of life,

All that is dark, evil and rotten would have been washed;

To make way for the new, the pure, the sanctified,

What a wonderful new dawn it would be for the mankind….

                                                                                 -Debabrata Banerjee