***  After the Storm ***

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

*** After the Storm ***

Sanjay Singh

*** After the Storm ***

In a house split by storms,

two souls stood—

one burning with the fire of control,

the other bearing centuries of smoke.

One clenched the rod of power,

the other clung to the breath of endurance.

Around me swirled a crowd—

faces twisted by fury,

eyes hollowed by suffering.

The oppressor wore a crown forged from fear,

boxed in by beliefs too rigid to breathe.

The oppressed, draped in silence,

had bartered their voice for mere existence.

No bridge, only battle—

no song, only screams—

cooperation strangled by the thirst to conquer.

A world tilted by pride,

teetering on the edge of its own collapse.

But when the dust has devoured the last cry,

when the weapons rust and fall—

there will come a hush…

A fragile peace,

soft as ash after flame,

where maybe—

just maybe—

two opposites might sit,

and listen.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh