Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Harvest of sorrow

14-08-2013

The dance has ended,
Dancers stood claiming the success,
And with the public's applaud,
They remembered how their dances turned bitter,
Like the dancing of the dead
Awaiting their fate as the injured deer,

Their silence in claiming success,
Doesn’t entail their quietness
What they wished at the beginning
Will become what they want at the end