Are you bewildered to see
my wounds blooming!
See how the deep sores of adversity
swathed in love, has started to heal, 
and the leaking pride of death, seal!

Look at the desperate blood
that had gushed out once like flood,
now choking the birth canal of the sun
with wads of gunpowder clods;
from heaven unheard prayers return.

Leaning on each other's shoulder
success and failure share a lit cigar
in between their confident fingers.
Trudging through the remnants of war
they stumble on the rubbles of power.

Fatigued graves gently smother
the wind pipe of violence and terror. 
Burning and fuming patience,raped,
gives birth to another naked sun. 
Breath meets life at a sudden turn.

Featured in POETRY FOR MENTAL HEALTH (12-02-2022) https://www.poetryformentalhealth.org/