Jan's Poetic Collection

When death is all around,
And we don't want to surrender,
We want to live,
But find our existence in danger.
We don't seem to get joy,
We try to break free,
But are too coy.
We are covered with fear,
And can't see anything clear.
We look for someone,
One who can show us the way,
A Saviour--
The son of the Almighty Father.
In his search we wander,
He, who will revive us,
From the grip of fear.
We are horrified youths
Need to be rescued by you,
Oh! The son of Almighty Father.
I know you will,
For you bother,
And it's only you,
Who can provide us
With a better future.

(This poem is dedicated to SWAMY CHANDRESH)