Are We Yon Executioner?

Are we yon executioner?-you think?

One who loads the amount on you,

We're yon-who smiles and kisses and blink,

We're the ones without arms and few,

Ye my delight nature,my flowers,

Every now and then you break my hearts,

Nay, its not us who curses or glowers,

Nor the ones who birthed-where it all starts,

The Sun, my flicker of life,

Became one of yours too,

Atlast you were withered in his light,

When you lived your life for this cue,

Oh, the deserved respect you asked,

Given by the god himself in his said lines,

We even faltered to what he tasked,

And the drunken of love in his lovely wines,

A lover once plucked you for her love,

And threw you in the path of her dead soldier,

Children once plucked you for their mother,

To wake her up from the grave of her,

Are we yon executioner?

If you say, then we'll be that,

Though the night won't end here,

And we'll be more than those little brats,

Are we yon executioner?

We'll obey what you'll bear,

We kill you and your ones,

But atlast you are given the respect you hear.