I look towards the glistening sky; morose and lost
I have left behind an unfinished story
A streak of sweat crawls down my forehead
I have lost my strength and all my glory
There lies an empty hut, torn down and burned
A few photo frames fallen shattered to bits
A raggedy crow cawing its lungs out persistently
On the broken window sill of my kitchen; sits
I prick my finger to something so familiar
What could it be? I wonder as I tweak in shock
My eyes water at the moments I reminisce
As I pick my mother’s half-knit sock
The smoke from the explosion is still pervasive
All that remains are the ruins of my identity
Wars are never a solution to existing problems
And definitely not for the protection of humanity
I bid farewell to my ashy abode one last time
A heaven, filled with my parents’ sweet affection
In hopes to repair my damaged, broken existence
I strive to resurrect its lost glory with all my perfection
Daddy Marvel / Roshan ❤️
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