The Voice Of A Deceased Victim

The Voice Of A Deceased Victim short poem

Uploaded by Fuzaila Khan


Those barbarous men
took all my felicity
and killed me with their adze.
Each piece of my fragmented heart
endured a lot of angst.
By defiling a dauntless belle
they exalted their brutality.
The ferocious act of theirs,
brought me to a state of chasm.
Now, they see me as
an abominable creature
forgetting, their own hands
are the yielder.
I was dreaming to open my eyes
in a wondrous terrane,
whilst, I was drowned in the arms
of a scummy tribe.
I’d been through hell
I’d long been stained
indeed, my purity isn’t lost.

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