The day was bright
The sun smiled
Through the windows
Of apartments, the doors were
Shut after the exit
Footsteps were heard
Dying on the staircase
Nobody knew, they only guessed
That he had pain in his chaste.
He was found in the void of the staircase
Fallen while walking down to work
In the morning when the sun smiled
From the peak of the mountain
In a void are sitting together
Are children young and dumb
A wife in mourning and dumb in blankness
Of an apartment drooping eyes
Measuring the distance between home
And exile which grows beyond
Their imagination and hope;
A chasm of sorrow flows
Watering their dumb and dry eyes
In the hearts embankments
Of patience are demolished,
The bridge collapses
With the fall in the staircase.
The sun stands, isolated
Hidden behind a veil of
Rain-clouds hiding dark rainbows
To strike through the bows and arrows
Of these dark rainbows
