Troubled Weather

Troubled Weather
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

The sun shines with greater severity

Destruction: In my hear, in this city

And in his hat a second red feather

Shines above the mist of troubled weather

He wore his uniform, he steeled his eyes

He hugged me and my mother, like that would suffice

Mother has been crying, thousands are dying

I can't sleep nowadays, they are still dying

And the red bird is still flying never giving a care

Should he save his son or other thousands from nightmare?

Maybe you are a hero, maybe you make the country safe

But come back now because it is me now who you need to save.