Calm

Its all distasteful;
sour as if
the lime of the toiling skin
after a daylong work
dripped into it;
yes life tastes sour;
uneasy calm,
a lull or is it
before the storm,
heavy and quiet
are the eyes,
gazing in disrest,
like himself, a soldier
resting after a quest,
his hands are soaked in blood
robe is torn,
but he has to stand
gathering the leftover blood
to fight again,
but how long will he stand,
how long will he fight,
he has to fall,
fall along with those
heavy eyes, once strong legs
And,when he will fall
eyes will rest,
so will he,
quiet it is quiet it will be....
it would be calm but
not that uneasy one...


Ammar Husain Zaidi