There is a void tunneled within me, like a bore by a shrapnel

There is void in the filled up spaces of moist earth in jostled graves

There is a void in mother’s bosom waiting for that lost embrace

There is hollowness in the waiting dug up earth, kept open for its son’s

There is no end to the fog in her blank eyes searching for a lost companion

There is a void in the sky, no hand to reach to that paused childhood, no sunshine above

There is void in the inner self of the killer who fears his own guilt, zombie of a soul

There is a void in this land, a lead filled heart feeling empty, burdened with cadavers

Let the void heal, let the void fill up


15th June 2012, 10:49 PM