Sons of God, Keep Smiling....

An aspiration that flew like an eagle is no more…
Shattered into so many pieces that it cannot be re-joined…
Who looted it so neat and clean?
So clean that it never had ammunition to take off again….

He fell from the sky, onto Earth
But in dreams the lovely sight of clouds nearby remained
And the clouds sang…
Sons of God, Keep Smiling…
Sons of God, Keep Smiling…
Whatever happens, tomorrow is yet to arrive…

Losing himself, Daring to be weak, he learnt to fly…
Take the sorrows with you, Even pain may become handy…
Sons of God, Keep Smiling…
Sons of God, Keep Smiling…
Whatever happens, tomorrow is yet to arrive…

Split into thousands of pieces was the aspiration when it shattered…
In each of those pieces finding God’s sight…
Sons of God, Keep Smiling…
Sons of God, Keep Smiling…
Whatever happens, tomorrow is yet to arrive…

(Acknowledgement: Allah Ke Bande)