Thus, We Keep On Surviving

An almost imperceptible sigh Escaping from throats of tormented souls, Rising to some Omnipresence, Witnessing the Agony of Existence: Rising, as an unuttered prayer— Hardly consoling with its liberation: Thus, we keep on surviving... Always, in a docile patience, Hoping, with a ceaseless faith, In the natural order of matter, As in the certainty of tomorrow's rising sun: Thus, we are waiting... And holding on to faith; That, impermanence, Is what keeps this world alive. The nocturnal elements: the moon, and the stars, Though minuscule, still, shining bright In the darkness of our sufferance; The faith in the diurnal elements: the sun's light, The rebirth of each fresh morning After the night-sleep purification, In a new life waiting to be lived: Thus, we believe again... In the uniqueness of each day, In the uniqueness of such Miracle that Life is: Thus, we keep on surviving...