The stretched valley lies hungry
Soaking every drop of wish and hope
Like a crumbled,
blotting paper
The scorching whirlwind
has blown away with it
stanzas from the book of lullabies
The left-over pages of history
have lost their way
In the dark lane
of the century
Passing through the nomadic shadows
You have to move to the edge of the time
It is not enough to set free
the restless soul of night
from the swarthy hiss of terror
You have to climb to the peak
Holding those hands
that slumber beneath the
dismal blanket
You have to move-forward
Not just to secure
a space for you
But to light the stars of your share
to break the mirror of fear
It is time
You said NO……..
Sarita Jenamani 2013
good and intersting read….:-)