futile

Rain, mud and tears flood the valley

Wailing people run here and there

A woman dragging her son’s hand

Crept into the crowd

Stopped in front of the large closed bags

Let go of his son’s hand and bend down

Peeped on the bag, sees his daughter and cried
A 3 year old kid stared at her with cold curious eyes
Pulls her mothers shirt and asked
‘What’s in the big bag, mom?”

“Son, it’s our precious treasure box,” wailed the mother.
“Why cry then, mom? We have it now, you shan’t be crying”
The mother holds his son’s hand and stared him in the eyes
“Son, can’t you see- it’s empty now”