1 March, 2020
When walking along the parched pavement
I heard a squeaky voice beneath,
Asking for water feebly.
I saw the ruins of beauty,
That adorned the city,
With queen’s majesty
Lying beneath ; helpless.
The scarlet flowers sparkled in her every May,
Like a blushful bride after honeymoon.
she adorned the roof of the preschool,
Where my kids sang and danced
But now the tears blenched with red resins,
Oozing from her body
She lies helpless on the ground.
- Anula Peramune