fly
Silently as he lie,
He saw the mayhem, the mud and the pool of blood.
He closed his only eye
Only to listen to the songs of cry.
Five minutes earlier,
As she pointed to blooming sky
Asked, “Papa, why can’t I fly?”
Now he trembled for apple of his eye
As he saw her frock fly so high…
Later in dreams
He did laugh as she complain
Why did God grant my wish?
And told from the sky
“Papa, now I do not want to fly”
