iamm writing this letter
in paper from heart
there
is a bullet
from
indian home minister
ter s no word
indian in english
in dictionary
they mere killed
innocent
Hemachndra pande
i am reading a book
i got from
shadows of
forgottons
one tear drop
which
carrying pain
as like
nuclear bomb
from his spouse
wy ur again searching fr
revelution
mind peace is equal
to mind restless
my kids are butter flys
why in my decaying body
carrying
this soul....?
she s screaming with
cut off head
of son
he was the fish
in revolution
mao
1 comment:
Hem went looking for a story-
Hem wanted to tell the truth.
"kill the story-teller, kill the truth speaker" somebody shouted
and the bullet pierced him.
your poem is great.
there is a madness, an intensity that i find overwhelming..
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