• b_sodhi 49w

    The skies casted a spell, albeit a dark one,
    Driving the cowering hearts into a tizzy,
    The horrendous sight sending chills down the spine,
    But the weary eyes,still gleamed with hope,
    Faith stood tall,unwavering as the calloused hands paid obeisance,
    Awaiting the miracle,with bated breath,
    Optimistic that the curse would break,
    Alas! The sins had reached the peak and it was the beginning of the end...