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,
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