The moon renounced to dawn and vanish its waning shine.
She conceded one fray to lose, to win another gasp of time.
Reflection seen on the streams of swirling pools,
There a shadow was hidden behind the twigs of wood keens.
Moon played the strings mellow yet deceiving
As jackals’ lingered for a big gorge at herald’s wave.
Pool within pool, snare within snare, a quick mud
Beyond the desire touch, Venus fly trap sneaks on ground.
I heard children crying, I heard children weeping.
I heard their silent voices screaming of hunger and pain,
where no ears can lend and hear what they say.
I saw them lying on streets under the trees.
I saw them playing to and fro from the streets,
begging for money to fufill their needs.
I saw a little boy crying, telling to his brother