Tears of a mother,
Born out of death,
Death of her newborn.
Mother sits in the garden,
Garnering empathy
And calls of disgust,
Watering the garden with her tears,
Tears that seed the flower,
Tears that sprout the flower,
Tears that silence the flower.
Someone's loss cause someone's gain,
Someone flourishes with someone's pain.
Red in sight,
Is it a mother's scalp?
Is it the sun bidding bye?
Is it the flames engulfing a corpse?
Upon the throne of a heart,
King silence reigns,
Lungs unable to purify
The sorrow along with the deoxygenated blood flowing in the dark tunnels.
Prince
In a drowning dying ship thrives,
Not for him, but for her,
But princess sits on the coast,
Waiting for the wave to take something other than the sands,
The shells
And sandcastles.
~Ajay
April 2017
