Shoonya

i stumble

on my feet

drop..

to my knees

head bowed

in fear

i hear

the voice..

reply..AMMA…

Please don’t

make me

a warrior

lips tremble

i will lose

before i win

i will die

if i commit the sin

of taking sides

it will be

..a suicide

Silence beats

its drum

Illusion dances

its dance

but eyes

strain..

fail

to look up

GOOD

YOU MUST

TAKE SIDES

You Must

Fight

For Motherland

but..Mother

every trembling

cell..

speaks..

Warriors cant

be made

they

are born that way

voice whispers

And Show

How You

Know

THIS!

i hear

Her speak

stunned

i do not know

the answer

Okay Mother

i accept defeat

Please may it be

as You Wish

please..make me

a warrior…

oh Mother..

Amme….

Thy Will

be done