the plight of the homeless
difficult and sad
a lugubrious silence
the mood of melancholy descended on her
she couldn’t bear the mournful look on their face
so many questions…
she wore brooding silence
painted her nails black
She was unable to suppress her anger
the inner voice
she was wearing bright red lipstick
brooding eyes were looking at the broken walls
faces with their banal remarks and plastic smiles
she smiled but she was just faking it
they were in a sombre mood
a log fire roared in the open hearth
longing for hearth and home
yearning for the peace
bodies seized up
the whole space was besieged by fear
“many kids have fallen victim to the sudden bomb attack”,
she screamed blue murder.
“the houses were then the shell gutted by flames,
the birds took fright and flew off.
I thought I heard a scream of my son,
my life has been an empty shell since he died.
Whatever the protests, the children’s days are numbered and it will be continued.
how many dirge we will listen more?
and all tears will be assuage?
brutal attacks will be continued?
get away with murder.”
the wind was roaring in her ears
there was a yearning look in her eyes
and a deafening silence in her soul