Sigh...

In the day when millions of people died in hands of stupidity of human being,
I’m throwing soil on the soulless body of my little child,
In cemetery of dark memories,
My baby chose death over growth…

In the very moment that I decided to teach him how to grow with me,
He chose to go back to the fire,
Where he comes from…

And even if his throat is dying for a bit of rain
He can’t get any of it…
He’s lost…

Ocean’s water is salty…

“NaNay Nay”,

Goodbye….