Hour of Shadow and Flame

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Darkness falls  - a quiet breath of death,

Fear waits still and holds its breath.

Earth laments; the burdened skies

Carry sorrow in their cries.


Hope’s small flame flickers low,

Veiled in smoke, afraid to glow;

Even fire, fierce and bright,

Pauses at the edge of night.


Over India, a shadow bends -

An hour where fragile order bends.

The world stands tense in distant lands,

With guarded hearts and watchful hands.


Great powers gather, armed with might,

Warheads poised beyond our sight;

Yet let not panic lead the way,

Nor rumor steal the light of day.


Give no voice to whispered lies -

Let truth, not fear, before us rise.

Our strength is calm, our courage clear;

A steady mind outlives all fear.


Let others fight the wars they choose;

We need not burn with borrowed news.

Stand watchful  -firm, composed, and strong;

Not every storm to us belongs.


Truth is glass within the hand-

Drop it once, it will not stand.

Shadows shift and blur the line

Between the false and genuine.


The sea lies still , a painted peace-

While hidden tempests never cease.

Gold and oil surge and climb;

Markets shake in troubled time.


Borders brace and spirits rise;

Wisdom lives in watchful eyes.

Peace - a fragile, fleeting spark 

Must be guarded in the dark.


For danger moves without a sound,

On shifting, uncertain ground.

Yet hold to hope, steady and brave 

Calm hearts are hardest to enslave.


Though night feels heavy, tense, and long,

A patient nation stands strong.

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