Burden of war.


The last word left,

 

Here in my brain

 

Dripping.

 

The last space left,

 

Here in my heart

 

Dripping.

 

The very first and

 

Last picture I have

 

Dripping.

 

My father,

 

Dripping.

 

Mother! Sister! Nieces,

 

Dripping!

 

They all drip of blood,

 

From injuries

 

Inflicted by bombs.

 

They dripped,

 

No help came,

 

Until, it was the last drop.

 

With proped eyeballs,

 

I yelled, but

 

I was alone.

 

Alone in this world,

 

With a heart

 

Shattered.

 

A life

 

Scattered,

 

An arm

 

Broken, and

 

Clothes dripping

 

Dripping of  blood.

 

…..~aaminah~…..

 

 

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