Things were falling apart,
No one showed any mercy.
In this poverty-stricken world,
life was like an empty jar.
With nothing to fulfill,
“worthless” was the state of our desires.
A ray of hope never shone,
a draught expanded with its bleak tone.
For several years, a shadowed zone settled.
An enemy of fate had us all muzzled.
The cold and life-less day was then broken
by a sheer blow from the unspoken.
Ruffling from the east, came a strong wind.
Soaring through the gloomy skies,
it washed away all the sins.
Short-lived, however, it rebuilt our own kin.
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