The ballad of the wall. 

#poem#peace. I sat on the doorstep of abandoned house. Scattered torn and spilled, Grothous*. Amazed by, sycamore and teak tree. Standing telling the history. Look I saw, broken toys and dolls. The carvings on walls The children echo from alls. Pearls like shine, in my eyes. As the tears fall down. Family and brethren allContinue reading “The ballad of the wall. “