Falling Apart

One two three,
steeps towards the tree,
I found my sister peeping out with a toffee.
moment when it struck four,
gun fires like thunderbolt came from the other shore.
I stood there dumbstruck
unable to decipher where actually did the bullet stuck,
Was it right in the head or in the heart?
whatever it was; we had to part.
Vultures screaming above the sky,
ensuring that no one can held his head high.
So there I stood,
watching it fall apart .
From the worn out shoes
to the burned huts.
The changing colour colour of the sky;
Where free birds used to fly.
From scary mothers with bloody breast,
feeding her children to eternal rest,
Till we became the puppets of the Beast's fest.
From those country children,
who have been made silent of their verses.
To the lungs getting embraced by poisoinous gases.
Still standing..
There in front of the tree lullabied by dusk
I watched my Syria grovelling in the lowly dust.
-Rimjhim