Cry of the lost Child

Imagine a dark abandoned factory zone or something....

where old black buildings are left by the people...

due to some war or anything....

i hear a child crying in there some where....

and nobody can hear him....

and he is crying there for hours...

he is alone....


who is this child???


Dnt know for sure...

but i can hear the cry from inside out...

i feel his misrablity....

his lonliness....

i can feel his heavy breath....

i can see through his wondering & searching , wet but empty eyes...

The echo of his cry can be heard in al of that zone....

where heavy machinary and smoke is left....


His face is blackened due to dirt...

in this dirt when his tears run down his face...

they make random dirty lines on his face...

he is bare feet....

has only a shirt on his body...



he is afraid and lonely...

he is angry...

I Did Not Die...!

Do not stand by my grave and weep

I am not dead, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle Autumn rain

When you awaken in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled light

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die