We shall talk

I waited
For a call
You did promise
From the land of forgotten
Not that you didn’t try
Among the serpentile queues
Scared faces
Longing to hear
Wishing not to fear
Between the dreaded shadows
Not evesdroping
How you think and feel
Hardly any mystery
You cannot be trusted
It is not safe
Aren’t they protecting you
From your thoughts
The teary eyes
Piercing the empty skies
Mothers so patient
Breathing quiet
Heavy chests
Standing hours
To steal few seconds
We shall wait
Till there is no seige
Cages fall
Locks break
Be patient
We shall talk

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country
Our world

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