Laaltain
His tears watered the little sapling
their love had grown
after she had gone
and manured it with
ashes of memories
remains of rotten feelings
and loam of broken desires
He oxiginated it with mournful sighs
till it grew too high
and you know what?
Tough covered with Evening Pride
its branches never bore fruit
But its roots
spread to the infiniteness
and sucked life
from the burrows of his soul.
Far and far away
Till the end of the way
Behind the barrier of light
Where can reach no sight
Is there where the god abides?
Cause I could see him
Neither in me nor in any sprite
And maybe like that squirrel on the ground
the god is hibernating somewhere in a town
As the abiders of the town, are suffering
from a long aeon
And when the god will rise
And see, that no evil destroyed those towns
He will question to himself
that how it came to be then
that the ruined villages and streets full with pain
as the horrors of the screams will haunt him in the end
He will question to himself once again
How it came to be then…..