I saw,
in nacked yellow light,
scratches on your body
sadness of night.

I heard,
the sound of devil’s arrow
roar of burning fire.

I read,
mountain of letters,
written by the bloody
Sad mother’s happy story.

But i did nothing
just crying.

poetry© copyright,2021, chitrak

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