THE CALL

The call glided
Over the unseen tips
Swaying somewhere
Towards the horizon

Scrapping the scab
Wounded by silence
Choked up by tears
Something hot stung
The blind eyes

Strength in gaunt
lurch down the path
In wait, to cover
The heaven by hands

There I heard an assail
Renting the sky above
The void was torn apart
And the call reverberated