Your voice quaked the Earth furiously, and the sky was melting away.
The deafening sound shook the graves and stirred the inert bodies inside.
In the darkness of my grave, I heard you voice yelling at me.
Your voice commanded me to move the chunks of debris aside and dig out my way.
You voice commanded me to stand up upright and keep going my way.
You voice commanded me to overlook the pains of my bleeding wounds and let you heal my injuries during my walk on your way.
You voice commanded me to push the memories of my sadness aside and let your joy washes my misery away.
Your voice commanded me to keep my chin up and keep singing my prayer.
Your voice taught me that, we cannot value the greatness of sunlight, except after seeing the bleak dismal nights.
Your voice taught me that, we cannot feel a blissful victory, except after going through the misery of a defeat.
Your voice taught me that, we cannot feel the life-giving tender touch of our soulmates, except after being hit so hard by the cruelty of this indifferent world.
Your voice taught me that, the rebirth of the far more strong creature cannot be delivered,
except through the horrific pains in the darkness of the womb of sadness.