Cheran - Epitaph

The Epitaph

The birds returned to the nests
In the last drop of twilight
At the street corner
With eyes stretching and stretching into the distance
A mother’s face was lit darkly

Emptiness from the closed doors ofthe school
In the class rooms patterns of hopelessness

He did not return home
The town shuddered one day

Tracks in iron, lead bullets
Burning fire surrounded him
As lie blasted the enemy camp
In the wind the temple bells screamed
In the house
Tears ran in waves

He left no words
We also have no words

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-Cheran