ALSphere Foundation
The saviour when malady, poverty and corruption rule the roost
The first ray of light at dawn
The cactus flower blooming in the desert sand
It is “We” against the narcissistic “I”
The gentle curve on the maiden’s face as tears trickle down her cheeks
The brutish punch on the faces of misery, pain and agony
It is soothing and tranquil as a mother’s lullaby
The constant companion of a caged bird
It hides in the last corner of the soldier’s throbbing heart
Singing “We shall overcome some day… ”
It is a glimmer of hope!
Staffy Bhateja
