I AM SHOUTING FOR THE WORLD TO HEAR
IN SILENCE

My tools--
My pencils are not sharp
My pen has no ink
My paint is too diluted
How should I fool the world
With my art?
How should I conceal behind
the shadows of my craft?
All that is left of my trade is
To face the world--
To face the music.

With no possible maps nor signs

Higher than the Everest pinnacle

Braving poverty damning thorns

Against tidal waves of angst youth

Congratulations, you have conquered World War II;

                                                        
There is not enough time for celebration--

You are the soldier

Onto your next battle

Depreciated in value
                      
Shunned for weakness

Scorned as a burden

All battles must end with a narrated full stop

You did your best; you fought the good fight!

Time is too short for anything-- may you read this letter in heaven.            


P. S: Congratulations, It was almost a century since.

I surreptitiously kissed her shining silhouette behind the curtained clouds.

She was unique;
Her story was not.
Clutching a torn teddy
imprinting ****** footprints
while she absconds
from her assailant
she calls 'mama'
until
a good Samaritan replied
placed her in an institution
caged with other children
where they hate 'mama',
they beat her
till she called 'mama' no more.