In the country hall of Lescovac <br />Echoe the pangs of past, <br />The young Roma lads <br />Sing their way <br />Into the hearts of all. <br /> <br />The soft necks <br />And the lissome ups <br />Swagger over the pulsating bellies <br />As the girls flirt <br />Over the hidden landscapes. <br /> <br />A deep voice surfaces <br />From the unknown corner <br />And rips apart <br />The vale of silence <br />I have worn. <br /> <br />A sequence of tragedies <br />Takes shape <br />And you become numb <br />Over the macabre acts <br />Committed by times, <br />And the ill fate <br />Flung on to the innocent people.<br /><br />Harish k. Thakur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-river-flows-back/
