Author: Anushka Chaudhary, Class XI F
Bleeding, all of me is bleeding
With my deprived soul chained to the excruciating shackles of interminable anguish
As the demons caged deep inside my putrefying soul are let lose
I let them lurk in the dungeons of my once-tranquil mind
Unveiling the counterfeit cloth of illusion tightly wrapped around my sore eyes
They feast on my affliction, unforgivingly tearing apart the very intellect of my existence.
Bound to embrace his cold, defunct body with a fading sagacity of once-peaking affection
I beseech for mercy, to the Death that shall come for all
I implore for the clemency I see diminishing in Death’s eyes
As his body lies festering at my sinful feet
Which had once trampled him in their march towards the well that was said could quench the unending hankering of gluttony in a venal man’s mind
My aching ears yearn to hear his soothing voice again
The voice whose destitute cries they had harshly neglected when they needed to be heard the most
Death cruelly laughed at the miserable sight of my shedding eyes
The eyes which could not shed an ounce of tears when he was unjustly slaughtered
Death burnt my ego to ashes
Despondent to face the humiliation he was made to face with silence, my eyes could not meet those of death which were fervent with a fire of vengeance
Desperate, I pled for death
But death did not come for me
For a stone-hearted destiny had taken them away
He, who was dead at my feet, the justice that once prevailed
They, who were burnt to char, the children of hope who once played in the orchards of my benevolent heart
The peace, which sang the ballads of love and serenity to soothe my sensitive ears
For it was I who had died
My rightfulness that was crushed to pieces
And Death, who just chuckled at the thought of taking away
The life of a morally dead person.
