A woman and I

As I woke up with dawn
Peeped through the broken window
Saw a woman
Breaking all the bangles
Yelling with agony
Beating hands against her chest
Tossing head against the concrete wall

I could not dare to
Give her sympathy
Extend my helping hand
Soothe her broken heart
Assure her to fetch the lost one

Because, Our griefs are identical
We were doomed to be polarized
We were subjected to be Sysipus
We were thretened to be quite

It was the gift of the violence
It was the boon of insurgency
It was the bless of conflict
It was the present of selfishness