Waiting For Retribution

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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