They burnt my son
my only son
with kerosene
no skin to sight
...
Here lies the deadbody
of my son who was done
yesterday they burnt him bad
for asking more I told you sad
...
are we the left overs
all good men are over
the game is over
and there is only the cover
...
I belonged to you
said the green leaf
to the tall Oak tree
and soon the wind blew
...
Man reproduces
God reincarnates
seeds germinates
...
I loved him
but I could not see him
he is here
he is there
...
Days are racing ahead
Seconds catch up with minutes
minutes with hours
and hours rotate to a night
...
the grey locks
unlocked them
from the look of frocks
to the look of rocks
...
When I was touched
by his Silence
my eyes welled up
...