"Only if it
would have been a night
A night that
offers a glimpse
Glimpse of
world, away and afar
This sees
through gleams of star
Instead,
this night offers dark alleyways
To steer
through, unheard-unseen
For stars
does not carry life tonight, but
Death, black
and bleak as it deems
Death, for
what else could paint it all black
Black as
night without stars and the moon
Moon, for it
did choose to hide behind clouds
Hide, as if
being aghast and blind
Aghast, which
one feels passing by
Field of
death, bodies sleeping beneath ground
Ground, that
echoes screams through graves
Graves,
still carrying open wounds
Wounds, for
what else
Could help
one die yet live
A life narrated
out of scars,
A life
beyond flickering of stars."
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
27/09/2015
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