These clouds will soon roll by

You try and try with all your will...
Still, You must permit some blood to spill...

There's a life all alone inside the dust storm
There's life trying to erode all barriers
There's a life trying to search its own bumped-off zeal
while struggling to pay its own arrears

There's a land where hopes visit only as clouds
There's a land on despairs curvature
There's a land where dejection lurks as ghosts
n faith rottens as old furniture

There's a soul having no time to dream
just wondering how to fight
There's soul struggling for mere existence
ignoring how its right

There's a flower mourning its crushed up tuft
n cries n waves to beautiful springs
There's a flower leaving its charm n grace
surviving over the brink

(But...{thankfully, there's always a BUT :-) })

There's a monk who says there'll be dawn
dont panic, dont fear, dont cry,
There's a monk who smiles at this crisis of life
"These clouds will soon roll by"

P.S : It was painful...really...searching for a ray of smile on the very beautiful face of "the laughing beauty"...