THE WAIT

Nobody is home
When I look around
Where did they go
When the clocks tick wild
The houses are empty
Like temples with gods
The rooms stink
Like grave full of sins
Where did all these men go
They always sang about war
Where did all these women hide
They always danced for peace
Where did all these children sleep
They always dreamed of sharing happiness
And why am I alone
I die not of these medicines
Not of these weakness
But of this loneliness
I ll wait
For a lifetime
To see the gods
Getting birth from this soil and air
I ll wait
With a hope
To see if the gods extend themselves to heal this wound.

-Aroon Che