Come this way I told the sky
I spread my skirt and made some space
among the clouds I searched for him
and the sky said he had lost his way
between the azure, the dark purple ones and the light
blues of the fluffy candies of the heaven
‘I have lost my way with too many goodies
I know not which one to choose’
funny, said I, if only you knew the worth
you would pick the right one up
‘but you see’, said the sky half laughing
‘last time I chose I was slapped twice!’
Coz you can’t see our tears
don’t think that we don’t cry
coz you won’t know the colour of our blood
don’t assume that we don’t bleed
coz you see us rooted and incapable of escape
don’t believe that we succumb
the lives that we bear
the hopes that we spread
the stories that we have heard
and choose not to tell
are not yoursto know
who ever built to perish!
only men will know!
not every scream is loud
nor is every pain palpable
not every drop of blood is red
nor is every silence an acceptance
whoever built to perish!
only the men will know!
Then the oracles shall speak!
Then the heavens shall tear!
PS: Development at Tumkur road