Howling wind

How this wind howls for silence,

Disturbing dreams and creating anguish

In the souls of a few merry men;

Who sleep till day break and wake up to sleep again.

Lazing in the sun, they talk, they converse,

Coerce as a group. Confidently taking their uttered words,

As words of wisdom being abhorred.

What lost creatures of earth brought you here,

Creatures created in the underground.

What unruly widget put you up on the wall.

Hung your thoughts helplessly for a mourning soul.

What darkness has taken its toll..

Bombs and guns and what not and what more;

Dreaded by all, advertised too,

In a world caught in a dilemma of one plus two.

Are the voices we hear, the voice they heard.

The voice of millions unheard.

They look now through peep-holes in the wall.

Listening to the talk and and clumsiness of all.

Digging for dirt in a magnificent grave,

Day in and day out slept their souls,

Talking of things that were "Nevermore".

-- Mohan