An Aspiration

I am a handful of light

In the womb of darkness.

I am a spark of lightning between clouds.

I am a hearth of burning fire

In the hungry stomach of the poor.

I am non-religious in the wilderness of religion

I am milk, sweet drink

In orphans mouth.

I am an angel of solace to wipe out

Windows tear.

I am intolerant to the manifold sorrow around me...