Sorrow's valley

By Menaka Heisnam

Far yet in the nearest

Was a valley that lies silent

And it's dwellers were none

But fear and sorrow. 

Descendants were they

of ancestors called love. 

Where have these ancestors gone? 

Was what I always wonder. 

Into the wilderness? 

or in the unseen land of death? 

Yet the answer was deep

and can't be reached by my thinking

For my mind was innocent. 

Lost weren't they in the wilderness, 

nor travelled in the country of death

But was exiled in betrayer's land

for they were warriors

defeated by weapons of trust. 

This, my shadow, 

is the tale of sorrow's valley

which once was dwelled by love

but inherited by fear and sorrow.


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