The sun
had set in,
Crimson
clouds gaily trailed in heaven,
The birds
were settling in nests
With a
surge of gladness in their breasts.
And the
crescent of new moon
Above the
tree-tops did silently loom
Bearing a
message of goodwill and cheer
To this
world haunted by fear–
Of
hunger, desolation and death,
Of savage
persecution for upholding faith
In
freedom, peace and progress
On the
onward march of human race!
As the
clouds moved on wings of breeze
A message
from the Holy One they seemed to breathe:
“OYe men
of this turbulent earth!
“Realize
the Purpose of your birth!
“Ye are
not here to sow the seeds of strife
“But to enrich with love thy fleeting life!
“Wherefore
do ye wrangle and fight?
“Vain is
your pride of prowess and might!”