Thursday, September 10, 2015

~Shattered Peace in Peaceful Time ~



By the blue,
curling in rolling in and rolling back
Like tiny serpents creeping up
 with stings poised
Pulled back to unseen depths
Golden myriads glistened 
as in sunlight life lay
Bathing basking relaxing-

There is enough time !
Delicately exposed yearning for the tan
Tender petal like still,  unaware lying
Ready bait for the brutal mind

It is My Time !
And from the  shade , came not the coolness
But hot fire,blistering bodies in the sand
Not shielding from the sun-
Life so stilled  as 
Hot bullets rained sprayed from the gun

Then, 
there was no time’ 
Then 
there was no time’.

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