Waiting For Retribution
Color of memory golden sun…
Eyes filled with teary ocean
Color of memory bloodied red…
Eyes of memory burns with hate
Garland of flower, marble-stone…..
Memory strewn with his laughter and song
Memory – never shall forget you….
Memory – my heart still cries for you
Memory of hatred….friends’ betrayal..
Bullet strewn flesh… scattered everywhere
Memory of a long-dead story of fight…
Protesting the atrocities of deadly might
Expecting the sun to glow one day….
Tinged in the blood of his killer’s red
Counting the day for a retribution….
Hear his footsteps in dead of noon
“Ma…Its me?”….Oh..I’m
wrong..!!
He’s memory now…will never come back
Far, far away from me today…..
He’s a mirror of memories on his
epitaph….
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