Tuesday, October 18, 2005

~~~ Innocent ~~~

Morning mist with light breeze
clinging dew on grass and leaves

riot of saffron far away in the sky
chirping birds just about to fly
crickets at rest and the roosters at their best
welcoming the rising ball of hot air in haste

just then, wakes up this man...

his heart filled with venom of hatred
with virus of revenge, his blood infected
weapons of mass destruction, in his hand
churning out devilish schemes, from his brain

the alarm goes off, wakes up the child
far away somewhere,

- Musten Jiruwala

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