ALSphere Foundation
Look at them
What grace!
Beauty exudes from their beings
Angels in human skin
They are a tribe of healers
tending to bruised and broken souls
From where do they posses such love?
Unconditional, pristine, flowing
A river quenching thirst of the mankind
They give, not for they have abundant
They know how it feels
to be deprived
Seasons they have borne
hummed songs melancholy
Yet do not let their souls wither
Autumnal Tempest when blows
They keep hopes alive
In the darkest of hours
Embracing the parched Earth
Like Compassionate monsoon showers
Fogiveness is what
they believe in
In its aura they shine
Beautiful people just do not happen
They get carved out of ‘THE DIVINE’
