I will cross the twilight zone to meet you
in zero space negating the fear.
The mauled city strikes the dumb sky
in unilateral war.
Coming from a bleeding torso, a scream agitates
the dolls playing with pebbles.
Flaming death will not leave footprints.
Violence was not coming to stop.
It had many faces.
The very existence had no meaning.
Darkness was coming down the hills.
Can you bring some flowers?
Sun was nowhere in sight.
