Unfinish….

Like any other morning
the sun came up bright and shining
A warm cup of steel in our hands
some coffee within, still hot
or maybe even steaming

Noises from the street
awakening those, with their bedsheets
still jostling, some mumbling
some unruffled, and still sleeping

The ringing of the bells, the chirping of the birds
The early morning quarrels
with those, for late arrivals
The colorful bunch of pages
flipped and tossed over
The white collared folks
now running around helter-skellter

Everything so far went as planned
Breakfast being served,
while some watering the holy plants
A shriek of pain
and a silent thud,
The deafening silence!
The cries of pain are torn between
the guilt unheard

and a story unfinish ..............