In Hope…

Life’s pedal moves on waiting for none,

O brother, the only sepia toned picture of us, is a treasure I cherish.

It conjures so many memories full of mirth.

The happy feet scampering across the neighbourhood, on hot summer noon

our buffoonery, inviting the ire of the old café owner.

With laughter echoing through the streets,

those growing up years defined unlimited felicity,

Until

miasmic bugle of war blew, bringing with it bloodshed

bombs bombarded destruction and mayhem.

My lachrymose deluge, drenched the rubble looking for you,

the throes of separation lacerating my soul.

After all these years, I still wait, in hope of your return…

Sadje’s WDYS #146

27 thoughts on “In Hope…”

  1. oh wow Radhika, this is truly so full of imagery starting out with such nostalgia and delight.
    Your choice of words always amazes me, sending me to the dictionary to learn more. As your beautiful story unfolded reality set to the many misgivings and unspeakable tragedies of war.
    Truly an incredible piece!
    💖

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