Pray for the bereaved

The demise of an unknown soul
Makes me cry for days so many
A young heart with dreams and desires
Plucked out of life, suddenly with no closure
My thoughts go out to the friends and family
And my talks go on to the supposed almighty
My belief and hope tend to fluctuate rapidly
I gather myself and remember there is only one way to harmony.
So I decide to pray
For more than light from a single ray
I pray for peace and
A world with no disease
I pray to whoever is the Lord;
I pray very hard.
For I want to believe -
When the sun rises
And the birds are flying -
There is no one in the world, bereaved and crying.

-Shwetha