Knock at the door

A knock at the broken door

Lady dropped wheat on the floor

She runs without her sock

For her greatest fear to unlock

A man rushes to check

Who’s there at this odd hour

Silent is the city

So is the bar

A man in uniform

Acts as informant of death

All relationships transform

Leaving behind no wealth

Shoulders that carried him once

will carry his coffin

Twinkle of her eye

Will weep itself to sleep

A child will wait

For comforting arms

Empty handed

A soul will wander

Only in a religious garb

They will find peace

For they gave away a son

To save a land piece

In the distance would be a tribe

Ignorant of this fact

Plots, industries and dictatorship only

For them would be a disturbing act

The power play is at the top

Which always is a major flop

A Soldier fights for his skin n soil

Till the carriage arrives of the royal...

Saqii

7 Sept 2017 12:50am

Note: This was written after interviewing people for the 6th of September story that I was doing, but I find it relevant even today because almost everyday there is a knock on some door followed by a flag draped coffin.