Poem — Tears
I shed a tear on every ground that burns, I walk past them with bare feet,
My eyes are wells of Babylon, a mourning oasis in sunburnt-dunes.
Scorching heat, green eyes, fallen lives, footsteps that lead nowhere,
Breathlessness, suffocation in the lap of presumed life,
The souls were not cremated nor buried — left fossils and become landmines,
With the careful steps, I avoid being hunted
They are Others now, and I stand on the sidewalk avoiding any mistake that would Other me too! I stand on the sidewalk silently, I couldn’t stop the hunter.
I avoid being burnt, I veil my opinions in interest of life, so I cannot be vilified.
Smoke from the fireplace mantles the sky and when the lightning strikes, I run, — whilst being motionless, emotionless in my mind...I run from the night.
I run all night....I turn down the blinds to get through the night...
And then every morning I wake up with the question, Why??
Why did I not flinch for the blood in the east, why didn’t I grieve a thousand stabs,
How did I sleep with my eyes closed at night??
