AGONY

AGONY

Agony has a million faces…
Sometimes it’s the shriek
of a dying antelope,
when the cheetah has
found its dinner…

Sometimes it’s the wail
of a baby, who just found
that it’s mother has no milk
in her long dead breasts…

Sometimes it’s the scream
of a desert soldier who has
suddenly stepped on a
claymore landmine…

Sometimes it’s the silent sigh
of a pretty wife who knows
that she will never bear
a child in her womb, ever…

Sometimes it’s the teardrops
of a girl, who has mortgaged
her heart in a petty shop of
scrap iron romance…

But, mostly it’s the lost look
that eats into the sad eyes
of a widow, who feeds on
the soul of solitude…