You and Me (2)

Sweet stories and a soft lap

a peaceful nap, that I had

and when I woke up

it wasn’t the world envisaged for me

poor blessing hands are sure trembling.

You killed here; you broke out fire there,

you blasted everything somewhere else.

When you do it for greed

I wonder where you were brought up

When you do it out of anger

I wonder if you were cradled with lullabies once

and when you do it blindly

I wonder who gave you the first lessons of life.

It’s only you and me all around

the same you and me

who played, cried and laughed

we had the same thoughts within

butterflies, candies and play pals

and now we are drifted away...

Still, shivering, I extend my hands

if thoughts can sooth out

and breath in colourful butterflies,

sweet candies and giggling play pals once again.