Monday, 23 May 2016

Random poetry 23052016

As I stood at the riverbank
with the thirst of a lifetime,
rendering me dry from within,
I prayed for mercy ;
with my palms clasped together,
kneeling down on the sands.
Salvation , looked so distant
even when it was so much near.
For the tormented soul
with memories of nightmares,
thoughts of retribution
flashed before the closed eyes
even when the mind
screamed for the healing touch.
Burning in the fires of hell
for all these years ,
had perhaps changed me.
I was no more a human,
I was the monster which I felled .

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