Kyrgyzstan

Alone amidst a crowded people,
Standing solitary, One,
It seems as though the truth escapes,
And illusion, blotting out the Sun,

Makes for shadows long and fearful,
Greeting problems everywhere,
It generates a mindless chatter
Which takes no heed to that of ear.

But when a single ray of Sun
Pierces so the outer core,
The light of day spreads inside,
And clears the demons ever more,

And then, so standing in a crowd,
One becomes a radiant hub,
And outward from the centre there,
Is light and love for all to rub.