The bare footed fellow in disguise
Flees across the onion fields,
Runs towards the bombed dwelling,
To collect the ashes of her dear ones.
The demons follow her stealthily
with sheeps hacked , chopped or orphaned ,
Her colours flew from her face
Till she gets sewn into Night.
Mountains echo with moans, groans and sighs
where burnt , dismembered kids lie buried ,
Life is a loaf so darkened and left,
moving from greens to burdened breasts,
Tigris , parched can’t quench her thirst
Even while flowing with red blooms overthrown ..
Bindu Tejas.
