when a mother tucks every prayer she had learnt into the body of her crumbling son and God doesn't bat an eyelid till death draws him into its tempest. we turn to the priest, ask him why God clasps silence when we need him the most. God's plan, he answers.
when turbulence walks through our homes as though our home is a titanic ship we cry till a voice perches on every turbulence & knits it into tranquility.
but, when God watches a nation burn with what do we fight? when he watches a girl crumble before her pious mother with what does she use to fight?
