The Last Prayer

As I stood o'er the brook

with wind in my hair

caressing, as gently it shook

me, wherein I still gazed and stared

with a view going hazy on my eyes

a dream for people yet to perceive

I stood, therein breathed a sigh

the trickle of pain followed by relief

As I stood, I tried to look

for the corner where I played

I reached for 'that' warm nook

wherein, the love once stayed

but the nightmare appeared and I cried

doubled in pain, I bent and tried to reach

as the blood appeared, caked and dried

I recalled the words 'Ye' preached

I looked down to see

an axe, down my limbs searing

the pain soared, till I couldn't feel

the bereaved emptiness of the endearing

I prayed they could see

the clouds of doom hovering

choking their laughter and gay shrieks

full of love and assurance

I sought, I fought

til' I couldn't anymore

with last breath, I blessed my killers

whose appetite increases forevermore

my eyes welled with tears

I wailed not for the pain

but for the ones whom I held dear

those who swayed in rain.

I didn't know the inevitable

but I learnt the fate, the doom

incomprehensible, yet it remains

as what my brethren will succumb to

but I pray to 'Ye', O' Lord

let thy people wake and give up fight

let my brethren live a long life

and let them emerge together after a long gloomy night