And the child moaned........

Come on you
The white roses lying here and there.
I walked barefoot
The thorns hurting me
But who cares?
Bloods all over.
But still I didn’t
In the ecstasy of touching those roses,
White roses drenched in bloods.
All pains inside
Torturing each nights
Within each of us.
How long illusion soothes the mind?
N how long can wrong suppress the right?
The trembling eagerness
Of reaching into oblivion
To start everything afresh.
The silent prayers
The unanswered questions
The broken promises
I was waiting for tomorrow.
But howsoever much I try
The anger never melts
The dreams of all hues
Remains tainted as usual
Howsoever much I try.
From the farthest place
I hear a child moan,
The lullaby seemed like a hoarse voice
Intimidating me,
But that don’t stop me from dreaming
However bothered I might be.