Thoughts Poem by Ramit Gulati

This once silent darkness, suddenly unmutes
And whispers something to me tonight
The pain, the suffering that its voice holds
Leaves me in shudders, leaves me in fright

Of what it tells me, my friend, oh where shall I even begin?
At the deafening cries of that molested child who paid for an uncommitted sin?
Or Shall I speak of those raped women left with little hope?
Or tell you about those another thousand that we lost today to the needle of dope?

And have our own souls turned indifferent to another’s pain?
Our existence meant for just a parody of personal gain?
Why then, are we so quiet, oh my friend?
How long shall we wait for an Angel or a Godsend?

The faint haunted echoes carried by the darkness this moment
Will fade away with the break of dawn, bit by bit
Just like all those unheard prayers vanish in to oblivion
For someone made the world, but forgot to take care of it.