Meera Mere

Day After Killing an Angel- The little warrior

A devasting turn where he stood oblivious,

Everyone celebrated and he wished to evanesce

A storm bewildering in his mind, that no one cared to concede

Violent imaginations seized his mind,

Eluding through woods, he shivered.

 

Little did he knew .....

The dangerous maze he was heading to.

A room full of automation,

The moon grieved over the dormant stories he abandoned.

The heavens howled over another mutilated soul.

 

That night, a violin heard the highest pitch

The gusts of the wind propelled the ball into the corner,

Where the little warrior sat crippled,

Something tingled his ear, an outstretched arm in fog.

 

The diary beaded with ink, keeping his secrets under the wrap, smiled.

The guitar clutched, the moon whispered \"I am all ears\"

The rain sang a melody on the roof,

Trees swayed to the rhythm, the little warrior embraced the solace.

\"There is nothing else I seek for\" a level headed warrior buzzed.