Light

Watching the invisible demon living in human's mind, - Running rampant terrifically, because it is not kind. Still now there is the darkness of prejudices, Day after day, just like a prey it catches. Wishing to lit thousand bulb's light in this murky way; But lonely I am impotent, what is the tragedy to say. Far away, far away there is the source of the light, Which will enlighten the truth infront of our sight. Lunacy of following the black magician's trick, Alas! wholeheartedly we have become sick. Having a great zeal to find out the pioneer, If I can I will be the harbinger. And then we will have the true notions; Wisdom's light will surely curb all superstitions.