Silence of innocence shattered the dreams
Outflowed the tears vanishing the streams,
Reason for the existence left in a crave
Queued they up to fall for the fate of grave.
Eyes turned blind to the hopeless waving hands
Wind turned its path untouching the weeping lands,
Even the last drop, like a mole, remained unfaded
Leaving the ground red than blindly unshaded.
Against the reach of the clasping palm
The stains of woes stripped the unusual calm,
Succumbing to the decree of unspoken words
Every dawn sees the fall of the worlds.