by Biswanath Nanda
A flower for a day and a day for a life.
A life full of reflections and a reflection of belief.
A reflection of your past and an elpis for the rest.
A flower breath’s in a grave of bullets
A place where smoke prevails.
A smile hidden in smoky death.
I see the blood around and smrik looking up the sky.
My dreams are stressed.
An end for the rest.
An end of my promises.
Want to know the worth my life has and the lives I took.
A wind off the distant hills brings the scent of the cooked food.
Flowers wait for me in my home.
I see her smiling with flowers in the reflection of my haimatos.
Last updated January 02, 2015