Of mind,soul and faith

When you sing aloud 
With this beautiful voice 
Onto the sky above 
I see the clouds gathering 
Flowing in like waves of fur 
To listen this soothing song 
I see them bend a little 
To stretch their arms 
Raining on this plant 
I see this red rose 
Opening its eyes to the whole world 
But why cant you sing all the year long 
To keep the roses as red as they are 
I gently questioned the voice 
I do but, she answered 
But there's my sisters singing far from here 
Louder than me, but beautiful as mine 
One sing of sacrifice following my voice 
She sings of divinity in nature 
Stopping the roses to grow in vanity 
It sings of hands that can hold 
The pride in us, 
 It sings of legs that can walk us 
The lanes of an extrovert 
And that makes the roses wither 
Falling down to kiss the mother 
Taking down the leaves to offer 
This mother a gift of love for her labor. 
And then sing louder another sister 
A song of sustain In the times of essential pain 
She sings of tolerance that can hold 
One's ability to live without everything 
She sings of silence that can weld 
The gaps of survival and living 
Covering the plant with its blanket 
Of snow and pain 
The roses die soon 
Before the song ends 
Just when this makes me cry 
My elder sister sings of anger 
She sings of revenge and fury 
And when she sings louder than anyone 
The evil clouds run away with fear 
Letting the sun hit the soil hard as ever 
The blanket tears down into pieces 
And the grief hides behind the rocks 
The voice cries with great responsibility 
Like of a father towards child 
Like of a teacher towards student 
It wakes up the inner souls 
Waiting to die in the corners 
Of mind,soul and faith 
But as the voice is heard 
They come out for its warmth 
Breaking down the soil hard 
My angry sister would only listen to me 
When I urge to calm down 
As I begin to sing the song of happiness 
She stops and listens to me 
And smiles forgetting the revenge 
She dances to me and gifts me a ring 
Everyday in colors of blue,red and orange 
I wear it everytime it lets the sun kiss me 
To show it bliss as the roses come back 
As I sing day and night with torrents 
The roses dance to my voice 
Like a war that bow its head to a peace 
The voice ends its answers 
And wait for me to decide my choice 
It says there is no end to this fight of songs 
For every pride should see a fall 
Every fall should endure the pain 
Every pain should teach a lesson 
And every lesson should give us happiness 
The voice continue to sing 
As I open my face to every drop 
 It rains on me 
Like it does on those red roses.

-Aroon Che