Bleeding Boundaries

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