One AMONG MANY

The gloomy sky showers

Blazing wrath of Hephaestus.

Myriad star shell like fallen angels;

They drop to burn and raze,

Dousing every dreams in red.

Beneath the blue, atop the brown,

Splintered rainbow wails,

Thirsty souls bawl, welling up

Bone-dry river of lost hope;

Salty, sullied and stray,

It flounders into a distant Strait –

The deeply quaint Hormuz zigzags afar,

Kissing and caressing a last village – Kumzar –

A halcyon abode blooming

With rosy dreams, wiping celestial tears,

Its irenic fishermen weaving

The net of faith, fishing sunken harmony

And wishing a Promised Land upon shooting stars.

This poem Weaving the Net of Faith is published by The Wise Owl Magazine. The poem is based on the theme War and Peace . Follow the link to the site to read: https://www.dailyversethewiseowl.art/

The poem reflects on the Iran-Israel conflict juxtaposed to the quaintness of the Strait of Hormuz, which harbours the last village of Oman – Kumzar. – in the province of Musandam, where people live in calmness.