BLOOD-DRAPED CRESCENT MOON
(For crescent blood cells)
Whose fault is the bloody tears
dripping from the face of the sky
Is it the blear eyed seed cultivator?
Or the misty eyed mother earth?
Or the innocent harvested fruit?
When life begins on a dark horizon
Like the birth of a starlight at night
With a blood draped crescent moon
To live with pangs on a cracked sky
In cloudy fumes of blood clotted days
Every sunrise comes a new scrutiny
Between the test of living life & death
On the physician unsure "if & or" table
As wobbled feet parade lab corridor
Combing for the real colour of blood
The circumambulate of tired caregiver, Like
the pell-mell run of the ewe of a lost lamb
Moping with the pills prescription list
As wallet emptied into a basket pocket
Yet the ensuant is a futile desert land
Whose fault is the crescent blood patrimony?
Is it the fate emblem in crescent on the dark sky?
The blear eyed seed cultivators or the innocent fruit?
Or the hands of the master planner / destiny decider?
Cast me not a stone, same blood runs in our vein
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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