Slashed Down Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Everything was sinking before me,
and I couldn't do anything to reorder it all.
Perhaps the spell was wounded by the changing weather.
Perhaps the drunkenness had drifted up apart.
Tears trundling down the faces were writing volumes of stories.
Sadness was smiling through the edges of eyes,
and we were shattering slowly into pieces.
Earth inside was enveloped in stillness.
And it was the most painful hour;
the static existence got silently slashed down!