“We’re sick of life, life’s sick of us”
Sighed Tetiana in her war-torn home
“What’s existence without purpose
Life is a sin-ister sin-drome”!
“We’ve lost our sons fighting Russians
Death stares at us with dread, disdain
How a life is lived on half rations”
She loves Ukraine with profound pain!
“What’s left with us is a shred of that dream”
Vladimir points at piles of concrete
“There’s nothing left for us now to redeem
But, political deceit and ethnic defeat!”
Like the bullet of Russian Roulette
Life seeks from death subsistence’s proof
Staring on the walls Soviet silhouette
In The Only Room Left With A Roof!
© 2023 Vikas Chandra