Drip, splash, end of a distorted sphere
Bhankh! wham! end of a pleading threat
of leaving the house by an old woman
unaware of the repurcussion of
half a century old venture
of a warship too feeble to stay on water
anymore.

Flip, flap! A paper thrown
But a Thor hammer received,
This war, oof ages old,
Both sides masters,
But not educated how
to act when mind seeks reaction
to words spoken under the shade
of extreme emotions.

I, am beginning to realise
that I am my parents' parent,
But time can't be denied of
its irreversible urge, in playing
the role to come to today
After conjuring up the past
the way it did.

- Arihant