The Holy Land

10 miles away

from the holy land of Jerusalem

stands a building of dreams, 

yielding a family

with sprinkles of love

unto this day

                                  10 metres close 

                                                to the barn of God. 

Bulldozer, a demolition demon, arrives

with a distorted dreams of 

of dulling their existence. 

A flashback peeps in their eyes

as tears roll down their cheeks

dipped in the drops of memories

that no moment could erase

till eternity. 

The bulldozer moves ahead…  

            

                          standing some distance apart, the mother

                         embraces her kids with a touch of resilience

stemming from the valiant land 

are the plants sown by faith, 

the horizon have witnessed umpteen tales

of valour, perseverance and sacrifice

in the guise of a contagious smile, 

the shores nearby tame the malicious storm

in divine waves

the soul of mother resonates…..

this structure

may perish, but

                          not their legacy… 

for she knows

it blooms eternally

in the garden of Eden. 

Flowing from the heavens above the skies;

A breeze inscribes their name

and takes their melancholy away.