A Story Unfinished

The ticking of clock, lured
Music emanated, camouflaged, intermittent
From behind the mountains-
Through the ravaged roads
Amid the houses razed
The trail of the hidden, it was no great treasure
Or a mystery murder-
Half cooked food lay, stuck to the vessels
The rest, strewed on the ground
Fanned from above, waiting to be served-
As if the sea had bared
It’s soul, now calmed, after the storm
The crying had stopped, long ago-
The horror stood, statued, a daze
That rose and fell, lingered, in oblivion
Leaving it to Time, to lay it’s claim
On the story, yet to finish
A ceasefire, that seemed untimely-
Between
Armenia and Azerbaijan.

An engineer and management consultant by profession, writing is what keeps Abha Das Sarma alive. She has a blog of over 200 poems and her poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords, Verse Virtual and elsewhere. She also enjoys writing Haikus and has contributed to weekly postings of Haiku in Action. Having spent her growing up years in northern India, currently she lives in Bangalore. Read other articles by Abha.