I died that day

I died that day

Aakash Nengroo


I died that day, when they
In their blood spilled robes
Laid seige to the shrine
I could hear the news
Of my death on the lips
Of the mourners – I passed by
I saw them taking my body
My mother wailing…torturing herself
I died that day…when they
With the crooked muzzles of…
Their black monsters…tormented
Tortured…killed…the innocent soul
Of a thirteen year old
I died that very day…
I looked up from my grave
Saw the crimson red sky…ashes
All over the paradise turned hell
And remembered the day I died
Realised the similarity between
Then…and…Now… I felt no change
I lowered my head with fear of being killed…Again…
took refuge in my dark grave
I died that day…when sky
Trembled with the demonic roar
The guns showered wrath
Everywhere…bodies of sons being carried by fathers
What a heavy weight..
I died that day…it was year 2008
I died that day…but the death
Didnt spare me till now…inflicted Pain…
Every day… I see paradise
Being bathed in blood…
Crystal Snow cherishing 
the red blood…
Decorating itself with red jewels
I remained  suspended since day…
Even now… in the dark alley of life and death
(Poet can be reached at aakash.nengroo@gmail.com)
  

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