GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 312

I FEEL, I FEEL When there are no more tears To shed over sleepless nights I have paced the floor bare Writhing in my helplessness Beneath veils of equanimity Within inclusivity, lost my identity The enemy remains camouflaged As he piled up his explosive arsenal in my backyard To rain death upon me and my trusting brothers Here I am on the frozen soil Not enough hands, a nation of a billion To pick up bits & pieces of my tattered flesh 312