Bullets and flying crows,
The city sighs and the darkness grows.
Dazed faces and distraught races,
Caught in this morbid extravaganza, the God oversees!
Where did it all start and when will it end,
Nothing seems to be real and no path left to mend.
I hear the voices and feel the pain,
But I have to move on in this dark lane!
A sudden rush of blood and all gone,
A self load rifle and blood stains on the ground..
Now all I lark is for forgiveness,
Its not me but my ILLNESS!
Bullets and flying crows,
The city sighs and the darkness grows.
Dazed faces and distraught races,
Caught in this morbid extravaganza, the God oversees!
At this moment, I see what I have left behind,
Wish I had listened to my heart and not my mind.
A smile on faces and hope in eyes,
Would have had left the kids with and not a puzzle and two dice!
-Rahul Atrishi
*This poem is dedicated to us. If we can change ourselves, we can bring the change we've always wished for...
