>≫≫Devils' Duel

The nights used to come with buckets of buds And at dawn they all bloom into dreams Now twilight brings for us only sounds And in the morning they turn into News of deaths from gun shots To be precise It is half a century and a decade ago I have had my last laugh Or have had a song from my heart As I have been seeing the devils' duel Over a tiny piece of land. Neither I take a bath under the sun Nor I see my face nor do I see the moon In protest against the ugliness of human souls Since the time I have seen To shed human blood For a few barrels of greed Over a drop of little gain.