have seen the world, at large at whole

The cries of mothers and daughters arise

The pain of miseries, wars and vice

And sparkling golden faces of children

Are devilish, miserable, terribly wild

And ashes of dreams which cant be true

our hopes are like dust and dew

And then these eyes witness a child

Amidst all thunder, tempests of time

His eyes are closed, And cheeks tear stained

heart with unbearable fear and pain

Confusion written all over his face

His mind it seems...Is much amazed

his fate unknown ...stranded he is...in the sands of time

nowhere to turn