Poezja

The shoes 
will have to come off. 
You have to walk 
barefoot on grass. 
 
Life had become 
unworthy, of death. 
Do you believe 
in killing of a river? 
 
This was age 
of denials. When glib was 
beseeched by truth not to 
speak against dry bed of water. 
 
The flames of battlefield 
suck the glory of coci. 
They were standing 
in a line for the prayers. 
 
Did you know what 
was beyond the sky? 
A loveless world 
where no bird sings.