A Pernicious wind
It blows our way
It Whispers low
A Ruinous play
The Calm of streets
Now Paved with thorn
A truth untold
A life unborn
How far they go
What tales they tell
What prices they pay
For journeys to hell
Such Bravehearts all
They stand amidst
A torrential fear
Now Gone adrift
More shell to brick
The battle is won
For hopes and minds
Has nary begun.
- Karthik Narayan