The last leaf of hope falls
Now, only the tree of fear dwells
A loaf of bread, a weary shrug
Refuses to shield the winter’s hug
A tear trickles at the sight of a star
As my kith and kin are away at war
My strength dwindles at their fate
Drooping my spirit to an unbecoming state
A sudden sniff brings light to the eyes
Clouded till then with self-sympathetic cries
I see a child half my age
Shivering stiff with a declining image
An hour later, we huddled close
With the moon showering its delightful dose
Half the loaf and a portion’s shrug
Warm me now with a soothing hug
Together we wait, our hopes lie lit
Now the war fails to deter the spirit