Somewhere fear-based thoughts are invading
The minds of soldiers who can sense
An imminent war which takes lives
That will fall like yellow leaves in Autumn.
Somewhere, a writer in a far away land
With intellectual and philosophical persona
Is writing about political and religious leaders
Suffering from incompetence syndrome,
Never experienced by ancient men of wisdom.
Somewhere, under the laburnum tree,
Two lovers easing their restless souls
Are holding each other’s hands
And getting ready to have a taste
Of their first kiss with quivering lips
While the oceans and the clouds twirl
And the dragon flies dance with ecstasy.
Somewhere, a grave is being dug in the cemetery
And a woman, a recipient of many literary accolades
Kisses the freshly dug soil with her pink lips
While the shadows fall as complex patterns
Of light and shade on the beautiful ground.
She says to herself,
‘After all, life has proved to be so mundane,
Who knows, this grave could be mine.’