Beseeched

The wind at dawn was about to thatch the roof.

Bodies covered in blood, groaning.

For a moment,

I stopped

Earth felt like fire-cracked flame

Tears swarm.

My eyes, half in daze

I could feel my brother’s blood

Dripping – in red

Resembling the red apple

we shared.

Often fought

for the red kite.

It was more than red.

It rose in me-

The rage

My tongue bruised

So did white knuckles.

I looked at his eyes

The mirror! It shattered

Oh, it starts to roll-

The drums of defeat!

Oh, merciless!

Justice never sleeps.

We were few

Perhaps three

We became people.