Night bombing leaves the garden white as death
Vultures waiting for the leftovers of the sacrifice
Whiteness of the moon and rocks howl with the wind-- fear in the veins
In the ruins searching her photo: evening
Standing behind the window bars observes darkness in shapes
Awaits his son's phone call from the border: dogs and cats wail
A dead voice calling up at dawn: drowsy eyes
Alone on her bed rings the cellphone
Unmoved by the wind he sits on a rock wearing peace of the lake
R.K.Singh
Dhanbad, India
Copyright R.K.Singh, 2005