lunes, 24 de agosto de 2020

MY WOUNDED CITY...

 

A strange darkish yellow light of fugitive dusk

Wind screams

My wounded city with a stain of blood

Silence in the air and stories of grief

Deserted streets in this pandemic hour

A whirlwind of life and death

Scared of yesterday, today and tomorrow

Everything deadly quiet

People run away from home

Where to go nobody knows

Wait here, till the dark comes in, you said

Let it go by, ignore and be safe, be brave

Someday flower will bloom

Our wounded city will laugh

A thousand songs will back again

Enjoy life as it comes to you

Remember, life is once

With an expiry date...

Asoke Kumar Mitra -India-

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