Far from the prodding eyes
of men and angels
with the strength of mere men,
amidst battalions of soldiers
she bears the world…
And then, her shoulders falling…
yet she stood, dying to all
the flickering embers of her own dreams
she veils her scars, commanding joys with her smiles
as stars losing the shine from her own eyes, Yet sparkling
colored red by the heat of stale tears
with punches thrown at the casket….
still she veils the ache with a last beauty
Mother of earth
Pour out those jars of burdened tears
into our empty pots of earth
queen of all that is born by love
break these iron walls of silence…
Is this the last smile from a wooden casket?
A deafening silence
dreams are dying!
Life is wilting !
this silence is loud
Salvation from terrestrial fantasy