On a long road, there is no companion.
Only memories accompany me all through.
Moments of love pierce like a dagger and a pool of blood flows out.
Past flashes like a wave, which is hard like a stone.
Dust rises high above the habitations and blur the visibility.
In this maze, I am walking alone.
Birds fly towards their nests, with their colours fading.
The trees are fragile and the wind is hard.
Infants in the nests cower in fear and I can hear their fright.
In the side by stream, a corpse is devoured by vultures.
Water in it is red and the identity proofs are smeared with dirt.
Armoured vehicles pass like a hurricane and fill the atmosphere with dread.
On a long road, there is no companion.
The playground of children is a graveyard now.
Everywhere decrees are installed.
Trespassers will be shot.
Marked stones with religious symbols meet the eyes.
Wolves are teaming up in the autumn fields.
Harvest is what they are playing with.
Their intentions are bad.
On a long road, I am without companions.
