Jobless Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In shadows cast by burdens deep,
Where silence reigns, where hopes may weep,
Lies a land of empty hours,
Where dreams dissolve, and passion sours.

Joblessness, a haunting specter,
Drains the spirit, wrecks the sector.
Empty desks and barren halls,
Echoes of forgotten calls.

Through streets where footsteps echo loud,
In search of work, amidst the crowd,
Faces lined with worry's trace,
Seeking solace, seeking grace.

The idle hands, the idle mind,
In endless cycles, cruelly bind.
Ambitions stifled, talents waste,
In the void of joblessness' haste.

Yet in the heart of darkest night,
A flicker burns, a stubborn light.
For from adversity may rise,
A phoenix soaring to the skies.

Through trials faced, and battles won,
New paths emerge beneath the sun.
For in the depths of despair's abyss,
Lies the seed of hopeful bliss.

So let us rise, both strong and bold,
In unity, our hands enfold.
To build a world where all may find,
Dignity and purpose intertwined.

For in the struggle, we may find,
The strength to leave our fears behind.
And in the face of joblessness' plight,
We'll forge a future, bold and bright.