Tunes Of Tear

Sun when draws its curtain deep at the quoin silhouetted by the shattered tunes of oozing tears as when bemused across the shadow of the ruins leaf yet falling apart from the pitted green Still I hear those slogging voices of ill-fated ruefully holding their hopes by the shadow against the hanging walls of burning Hiroshima across the dirty hands of the wild flames when reeks of anger swells in them the blood when stars to defuse by the fire the man when refuses the love to blend the anguish as relative as when intoned earth still descends apprehended beyond the faith the birds in sky, the tigers in the forest yet roar by the time when disowned to their silence by the void even by the fragments of suffocation as stink ling embracing the sorrow when distraught and demurred by the hoary will as wedded to the malice of the insane of those who never thought of their own waterloo yet rebounds with tears of blood spilling over their faces as when bruised by the speechless sorrow of their innocence when pierced through their texts of lives when surmised by the pains