Another Epithat On Life!

Shadows walking like simulated phantoms
And trails of never ending thirst!
How enduring a faith could be,
That asked for each soul to relieve the phantoms?
How fascinating a proposition could be,
That promised each shadow redemption?
It stop a while;
That stop a while.
Collectively they make a moment to cherish!
When you don’t know how to quell the thirst,
It certainly counts like a moment that stood still;
When the age-old promise withers
It may instigate the age-old believe of hope.
But everytime,
These shadows walked past me
I condemn myself:
‘Another epithat on faith’.
I know though
That was obviously unknown to me!