The Broken Walls

The walls which were once so powerful 

Being cemented with the rugged rocks 

Broke out in a second with an outer grip 

The emotions that were kept safer 

With one plough evoked out in a little tiff 

The layers of hurt, ego and pain 

All that were clustered inside 

Melted in a minute of heavy rain 

The drops made creaks outside the wall 

The heartfelt homeless and abandoned 

The shelterless wound burnt out 

There was no medicine which could heal 

Then came the umbrella of good deeds 

Oh it showed a powerful way to lead 

The echo of the unknown was heard 

Mystically it came in the form of a bird 

The survivors took all they needed 

Nothing was left except a little hope 

They packed their bags to migrate 

It was all in their destiny and fate 

The truth got buried under the earth 

The walls got painted with a hearth 

Centuries passed, and the truth was still there 

On the verge of the Holy land 

There was no hope of repair 

Then came the saints 

And they repaired the ugly dents 

With their prayers and sermons 

The truth was restored 

The walls were excavated, and the temples repaired 

The justice once denied 

It was now regained.