Story of the displaced
The smiling crops and lush farms
Turned into skeletal ground of starved snakes and reptiles.

Musical nights and endless mysticism
Turned into cry and pang of starved children

Toys and dolls left untouched

Where once Artisans and guilds spoke splendours of history
Their dyes dried up with the talents to rags

Poets lament their patriotism
With youth trying to bring up the last energy they saved to fight back

Women whose beauty still gleams like waxing moon
Turned into scars and uncertainty of life.

Guns and swords of the heartless tyrant indiscriminate attack on priest and peasant

Cloud showed mercy by covering raging sun
Air blew with helpless guilt

Story of the displaced




© Karthik