Wednesday, 25 February 2015

THE IMMIGRANT

Peace was never free!

Only the border was weak,
weaker than a hundred
hearts that simply beat
to support the theories
of bookish biology!

Lives survived on lotteries-
bullets were luckier than
his death!
They at least died
but his will
was arrested in bowls
of his brothers' blood-
no death
and many regrets!

Conscience grew cacophonous
and food was lost
amidst the attackers' steps,
blind and revolting:
some stuck to their boots,
rest buried in yellow sands!

Monstrous dreams would
jerk him often
and he would find no water
beside.
He ate his saliva one night
to quench his burns of fright!

The fences are stronger now!
Strong so is his peasant's heart!
But serene winds here bring worries
because peace is never free!
Will peace be ever free?

  

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