The man prays
with fervour and intense piety
In a place of economic malaise,
In a sequence of physical violence,
In a circumstance of mental disgrace,
Where the world is in turmoil,
While the nations remain unbalanced,
Where the universe is in a grip of turbulence,
While the countries slip into a devastation,
As the people target each other,
Creating a pandemonium of ill will,
As the men delve deep into animosities,
Opening the box of Pandora,
Letting out a swarm of bees,
Bustling with chagrin and vengeance,
Buzzing in a shrill crackling intensity,
Spreading distress and fear,
Implanting desire and greed,
Implicating evil and misery,
As they involve in a manipulation,
Of cruelty and atrocity,
Evolving a disarming scenario.
An expectation of resurrection,
From the bondage of satanic hold,
Keeps the troubled soil,
In a note of consolation,
Lifting the head towards the sky,
Focusing the eyes on the glide,
Expressing a sombre serenity,,
Espying the gradual descent ,
Of the redeeming Messiah.
Will he save the mass?
Will he discharge justice class?
Will he deliver peace fast?
Will he ? Will he?
Cries the grieving heart,
Wishing 
a transcendence straight.