, ,

I lay down my arms

The battle is lost

My allies are gone

I am left all alone

Hope was butchered

Spontaneity maimed

Dreams taken prisoners

Optimism retired hurt

A wry laughter rings

Pessimism sings

You win I lose

No need for coups

All that was mine

Is now yours

Why leave them behind

Take also these tears…

-Shail Mohan (June 2009)

Reposted from shail-mohan blogs @sulekha.com