Spare Me At Least After My Death…

Spare Me At Least After My Death... short poem

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Lying on the platform
Bathed in my own blood
Writhing in pain
Eyes closing
I know my life is coming to an end
My voice hardly reaching my own ears
I reach out my arms for help
No head turns no one stops
Failing my strength my arm drops
People run away from me
As if I did some heinous crime
While no one dares to stop the killer
He is allowed safely to get away
I knew then I’m seeking help
From people who are humans
But who are worse than demons
Inching towards death slowly
My thought runs to my family
Few minutes before
Dear father had seen me off
Hugging me so warmly
I know soon dirty game will be played on my corpse
My dead body will have to bear the brunt
The wrath and society’s curse
My character will be assasinated
My life will be scrutinised
For political gain my death will be publicised
I have left this world of inhumanity
Where people worry only about there own safety
I no longer need your help
I’m beyond your reach
Please spare me after my death
From all your shameful activity….

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Ramapriya Nr
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wonderfully scripted and too emotional showing how cruel the fate could be . Very sincere and heart warming poet. congrats Saviji once again for creating another master piece

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