Bhola, the Bat
Glides through the night, swift and flat,
With keen-eyed sight and senses so strong,
Just like him we should also know the difference between right and wrong.
In the darkest caves or moonlit sky,
He hears the whispers, the quiet cry—
Reminding us to be empathetic to the smallest and softest voices
No one should feel unseen at all
Stand up, Speak up , just like Bhola keep your eyes open
And remember kindness is for all.
