Another Mile (short)

One night, on my bed

A voice whispered to my ears

" who to be is but where to be

For nothing is meant to be"

As I tried to understand it

A sudden urge came upon me

that led me to a road, on which

Till today there was a hill

Meant to be a sanctuary

But all that I saw, was a bill

Indeed it was a bill of desperation

The men bent over in blood

And their women dipped with tears

"who can be but where to be ,

For nothing was meant to be"

The same voice spoke 

Lo i looked

The way these people smile

Was nothing but agony

Pain drizzling on their clothes

Every other day is another funeral to them

The more i saw, the more i questioned 

Myself :

If nothing was meant to be then what else can we do?

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