Many years has passed

So many years of toil and gloom
Has passed before the opening of what
Now echoes from the tombs as bloom
From the grave and around it,
what once blew of foul and obscene
now smiles clearly with cheers
so happy as the new day sun

so many years of crying and wailing:
many waters our eyes have lost
from its permanent home in its host;
when all hope was lost
and the very essence of existence roam
outside our doors and far from reach;
so cool and calm, now as if nothing has happened.

So many years of silence,
When fear wrapped one like mummy in the pyramids
Not to preserve but shake and tear up
The very foundation on which our happiness stood
And it came out
When all never expected the voice to sound
From the mouth when it got opened.

So many years had passed when the
Ugly terrifying noise was heard and
How to act when legs were paralyzed and
What to say when jaws were locked was an issue.
As the day roll by one watched and observed,
Waiting to be set free from all
By one with the best manners of all.