Poetry

Night will feed the sleep 
sleep will feed the night. 
I will remain awake the whole journey. 
 
Remove the mask and look straight 
in eyes of evil dark and black 
across the street. 
 
Violence was lurking in corner 
dogs were barking non-stop 
somebody had shot the moon. 
 
Give me hand I watch the blood 
tricking from mountains: 
beyond the border lies the corpse. 
 
Which god was yours, which mine? 
Let us divide not truth as divine. 
Earth is tormented, suffering is same. 
 
Unbearable was void, when father was away 
stung by wasp of innocence 
child starts crying.