Luster of stars in gaiety,
as the Light hit it's zenith;
flooding the land with hope,

hope for a better day,
stripping us from darkness;
giving room for light,

thousands of candle has been lit,
with the hope for a beacon,
to save us from falling apart,
but none of the thousands survived the wind of trials,

And now, the light is here,
kindled by our strong will,
waxed by our tears for saviour,

cascading everywhere with light,
up to the sky gratefully,
flourishing with blue edged form,
adoring thou with thanks,
for finally giving us a real night sleep.

© Amotulrosheed 🌹