Thick drops of tears and blood
Shadowy faces as dark as the nightmares
Sobs and screams of young and old
With no words,
their hearts could ever be consoled
Hungry babies of fragile ribs
Irreparable fissures on their cribs
Highway of dreams strewn
with litters of bombs and bullets
The forsaken land of no mercy and regrets.
Racked every piece of our heart and mind
Blew off the hopes of mankind
I wish our prayers aren’t broken too
The way they tried to dismantle his abode
and what not they would do.
-Arun Bahadur Gurung