I am picking all I can,
of whatever is left
after the floor of the era.
There is not much
but enough to remind
me how I lived and
what I had snatched
from others.
Temples broke, God fell,
Trees split, Industries cracked,
without a knock
like an intrusion
it washed away
everything it touched.
Mugging is a bad business.
Trading with coins is still
respectable.
But when we take away
innocence or homes
knowingly
then, a price
has to be paid
with blood or
head.
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
