Blood and Tears

Victim of sorrow

He makes a noise and lifts a hand,
Through his fingers flows the sand.
His face and skin are deathly white,
It truly is a horrid sight.

His breathing stops and hand falls,
Upon the sand a wave crawls.
My screams rise forever on,
The death is like a nasty thorn.

I cry and shout and pull my hair,
As it flows through the air.
Why-o-Why is what I think,
As in the sand his hands sink.

I clench a fist and stamp my feet,
Behind, the waves retreat.
I kneel and wail all day,
Whiling all my time away.

The sun does rise and so it sets,
Failing to wash away my regrets.
The water slowly comes upon the beach,
The body and me it does reach.

So in front of loving daughter,
The body flows upon the water.
Far across the waves it sails,
As I life as I know it fails.

Gaurav Khatri

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