The vessels were empty;
And the windows broke;
The stomach longed for food;
The tongue had forgotten its taste.
Thirsty, desperate and disturbed
The mind didn’t agree to rest.
In the corners and crevices of the city,
The eyes searched death with hope.
His faith had a color once;
With dire times he painted it with all,
Green, Saffron and White;
Helpless his faith become colorless.