The Green Mystic

Curious what's in the next room, Aroused by the clanking sound, Slowly creeps he, heart pounding; Down came the rice pot bounding. startled by it, stares around, Empty stomach and it's noon. His own blackened tender hand(s) Down on the floor on damp land Half-naked draggy torso, Searched the pot for a morsel- Pots, bowls, jars and all vessel Not a grain nor a paisa. Once he was scourged by hunger- Now I'll treat him to Burger.

Crying, brother on his shoulder Blood-smeared T-shirt gives tongue- That something went awry "Oh! Mother" "Li'l bro's not saying a thing" "I wanted to hear him sing" Never to be heard is the voice young. "Oh God! What have you done?" Mother voiced her sorrow "We were playing, having fun" "I last saw brother jumping-" "Our favourite song he was singing" Silenced by the modern arrow. Mother!! Prepare thyself- Another bullet awaits your son. Brother!! Get new T's for yourself Or tell li'l bro to dodge the gun.