Concentric black mass mansion encircled by a pond too shy to quiver beneath this sunny O god given Sunday.
The rigid edges of pendulous sage brushes our shoulders
Reminding us we arent alone,we've to home soon
and away from these sacred riches. All the townsfolk stare at newcomers,our friend told us,
it's essentially ritualistic at this point—but there is no fear needed—they only **** those who look lost.

Little boy
Who do you weep?
A father?
A mother?
A sister drowned in a river so deep
Little boy
Why do you weep?
the colorful holdiay has turned bleak
Happy children drowned
Corpses drifted along the stream
Dawn begun with joy
And the sun sat with grief
Little boy
Don't hide your tears
For the life you knew is gone for good
The pain, once so foriegn, is now close
Life, once smiling, has frowned
Family, oh how loving, has drowned
Little boy
Let me sit beside you and weep
A tragedy that dimmed the joy of Eid
The souls who flew toward the sky
Along with the smoke of festival's fire
Lit on mountain tops, so high.