killer
When from a son,
A father asks for a death.
Hearing this cry he (son),
Hates his every breathe.
Running deep in sorrow,
He kills himself.
With hundreds of curses,
He fills himself.
When eyes darken,
And wake up in hell,
With death angel ready,
To ring the knell.
He begs and begs,
To his father for a pardon.
Coz he desires no thorns,
But a beautiful garden.
And then he turns,
Back to the death's call.
Laughing at him,
He stands stiff like a wall.
Says, "You can do no harm to me,
You can't kill someone who's dead already".
Saying these words he trembles down,
And gets himself into a hellish gown.
With no smile on his face,
But a saddening weep.
That ran through his face,
And went heart deep.
White and dead he cries,
"Pardon me dad for this dismaying life".
"But now that, i am not with you all,
I know there won't be sorrows,
And you all can have a ball,
But i wish i was there,
I wish if my mistakes,
For some longer you could bare"
I am crying and crying,
I beg for your love,
Before you all,
Today i bow.
"I need you."
Copyright.
Poetry by zeeshan
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Written on 2006-08-31 at 12:46
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