Cheroot fogged away,
And, squall washed all pain,
Leaving me alone,
To watch the flyers play the tulip game.

Cheroot fogged away,
And, squall washed all pain,
Leaving me alone,
To watch the flyers play the tulip game.

Embracing pain & clutching hands,
Walked the kid,
Begging & crying,
To soothe away blind dad's pain.

Lurching on the broken stick,
Watching through the sunken eyes,
Craving for handful of grain,
To sleep last breath in nourished pain.

Waiting for the demise,
Sentiments bleeding out,
Wishing her grandson to stay with,
And, the grandson has to depart in pain leaving her in pain.

Silently the hearts are broken,
With smile on both faces,
Capsizing eyes on overture,
Hiding among all the pain.

Raped daughter,
And, daughters waiting for fate,
Should dad sooth ones pain,
Or impose pain to save many pains.

Ego and clashes,
And walking in pride,
On dead sons face,
Mother left to see & cry in pain.

Failure and fiasco,
All killing the soul,
Drying the tears,
And, has left no space for pain.

Small talks,
That hollowed the heart,
Left unconscious the soul,
Mingled in web of pain.

I am tired and lost,
Seeing so many faces of pain,
With solutions, never solved,
Were shall I place my pain?