Trampled Dreams

Trampled Dreams

And the weeping
ashoka like willow, bends down
to pick up the poverty
of Buddha.

You walk in sombre
mood― to reflect on
the improbability of human
psyche.

Why did you go to
beat others in race?
Intend to get the authority?

In uncharted sea
the empire would float the
coat of arms, ruling on the waves.

A soldier dies without
fighting. Hail the victory of
unknown.

A sculpture was wrapped
in bloodied shroud.