A few days more, my love,
just a few days more
Under the shadows of injustice
we breathe, in duress, sore.
One tyranny more, we may suffer,
one more helpless cry
Slaves of a fraternal legacy,
helpless we live by.
Bodies interned, emotions enchained
Thoughts captive, voice condemned.
It’s our courage that we still carry on.
Isn’t life a shroud that the poor in life gain,
That we sew and darn, every second, with our pain?
Tyranny shall live now but not for long
Patience, a fervent plea, it won’t go on.
In a wilderness singed with a life-time,
We have to live, not just exist …
In alien hands, we tow
Oppression’s heavy plough.
We endure, not forever more.
This dirt of sorrow encased –
In your enchanting beauty
Lies the litany of our ephemeral
youth’s vanquished ways.
Wasteful is the grief of
ember-moonlit night’s mystic trail.
Listless is quiver of the heart,
And bodies wistful wail.
A few days more, my love,
just a few days more .
Moon at Half Past Noon 
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