The Bitter Truth

The smell of the sand
The sound of the rain
The taste of the pain
And the loss of the Land


A tear from the eye and A cry
A kiss from a Kid and a smile
shredded papers and one black file
A dead body and more are waiting to die

A black eagle and a red rose
A broken glass and a book on the ground
The moon's light and the silence Sound
A muted music and Non-sence Prose


I went there and heard nothing but a moan
A girl left with her son alone
She asked for nothing and Nothing she would wait
She gave up and said it's up to fate

She said " I tried  to write but nothing  went well"
The only book I read was " Go To Hell"
The only thing I heard was a gun shot
And a man says " we're done !! CUT "