Sputters in the old man’s mouth
His palate was stung by a frigid word
Never has fate entered his life
Thy soul died in the fire relentlessly
A woman quelled for thy son’s sake
Never felt a snug in her life
Raconteur at the stage preaching
Again her soul immortalized in the sea of death
Screeching sound, wailing in the wind
A child’s voice faintly calling
Helplessly calling for thy parents
But no one ever replied
Wisdom inculcated in a persons mind
Thoughts studied before, now and forever
Only the Lord God knows it better.
Black & White Scribbles 