Remembering the time of fragrance
Now everywhere spread is gloom
Vision is blur, nothing in vein
Flames are set by those insane...
Kids swayed under canopy's light
Their noise was sweet and sound
Now still is all let it move someday
As all has turned to burnt hay...
Every drop of tears are saved
For children to gratify their thirst
Suppressed are the uproar of cry
To not let the caravan descry...
Get this babel away from here
It keeps us wary and vigilant
Even lullaby cant make us sleep
Like a nocturnal we just weep...
Efface this agony at once
Even the fern wants to stem
Hidden are the figurant and finch
And ceaseless are we of the lynch...
Cant even glimpse through the window
Fearing for a shot coming by
To know who are alive and dead
For not being a part of this brutal bloodshed...
Categories:
figurant, emotions, war, , Lullaby,
Form: Didactic