Let the summer blow some senses
into your cold heart;
the world deserves better..

as the morning breaks into crackers,
festivities, food and fun
someone is hurt…

an 8 year old has been brutally killed
and continue to be ripped apart by politics
in between region and religion

Today life comes to a stand still
and waits for its next prey
as time returns to the bottle…

there are bones that we have not yet
finished counting and the flesh is
still fresh; but we do not use knives anymore…

the winter is disillusioned
it has not seen the signal yet
hope summer get’s it’s turn…

Today as you sit in between
thinking of your role in this weather
may be you can for once;
return to where you belong….

Categories: Poetry

Tags: National Poetry Month, National poetry Month 2018, npm18, npm2018