Thursday, May 5, 2011

Stalking of an Empire >>

Unconscious were they
Like the bay of Gaundanamo
Boarded to heaven many a times
Peeling hearts that they had
They amazed the skill of a vulture

Hardships of an empire; its known
Untried by blood and sweats
Stones continued to hinges
Shadows never die, though lie

What did we gain, naked are the mirror
Instance happieness, juvenile freedom
They carve a space deepest in time
Tremors are gone, left with blood of a slave
Master and his master rejoices, amicably yours ...