Last lullaby

The earth is cold and wind seems quite

It’s  yet another silent night

The battle cries have come to cease, the bloodhounds have now gone mum

The sky has turned a shade of grey and my limbs too are becoming numb

As every part of my being shiver

I wonder if it is the cold or just a ghost of my vigor

The wounds are wet and the tears dry

And yet death won’t come give me a fair try

 a beating heart, not one can I hear

minds silently shattering with shear

all is calm but there is no peace

voice of reason has come to a quiesce

War cries have turned to empty wails

and the smell of gore ranks the gale,

 As the soundless echos rue rings

Even the robins refuse to sing

Why lay here in mute, me and I

Maybe in wait of a last lullaby.

~Ishwar Atre


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