Why do we
reach ending-
in our dream wars?
Walking on water,
in absence of body
when soul was dead.
Without names-
history was being written
in air. Like smoke
was rising in tainted sky.
You were on trial,
of murder on moon-
sitting in lotus position.
Wear the night
for your children playing
with stars.
This was involuntary
slaughter,
when you didn\'t listen to my memoir.