He kept his pen
To the right side of his pocket
Closer to his heart
Caught in the crossfire
That pen
Broken
Bought him a few more seconds
Ink and blood mixed
Seeing a sky full of smoke
Searching for the sun
His eyes wide open
Rathidevi Sriskandarajah
I'm a Physics teacher from Sri Lanka. I write poetry in my mother tongue Tamil and English as a hobby.