DREAMS IN SCRIBBLES

A place of despair,

Devoid of hope,

Always war-ridden –

Physically or mentally.

Have we finished it off?

Is there still a ray of light?

Darkness.

More Darkness.

A silent noise always lingers—
One no one seems to hear.

Yet everyone hears the cries,
The echoing scream for help.

Why?

Why?

Why?

There are a million whys to answer.

It’s your duty in life to resolve at least one.

Do what you can.

The world needs you.

                                                                        – ANAYA SHETH