In the worst of moments leaping forth upon us
Illustrious minds sans great ideas to make even
Whilst our sweet sanities left in dark baffling webs
Oblivious of life’s humdrum that tails us universally
Jagged up until everything smell of burned woods
Nothing appear that possible yet they must exist
Outstretched hands scream for benevolence
To each not his alone as others dearly matter
As far as humanity is concerned surely it is a must
Fraternity will become a household word
In times malice will be overawed yet we will reach out
Forsaking the quaint glooms deeply conceal inside us
Now are the moments to welcome the betterments
Yesterday for today and that will be a new tomorrow

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