DEDICATED TO ALL THE VICTIMS OF KIDNAPPING AND THEIR FAMILY


LOST HAPPINESS

The void endless
Invisible
But could be felt
Absurd and thoughtful

Once the world was different
As the life
It twisted and battered
And turned into a different one

He was born
Bright and stainless
Like the water
Emerging from a hill

His presence made
Everything beautiful
A fountain of hope
For Prem and Aasha

Days passed
So are the nights
The earth shed it's blanket
Into white,green and purple

Now Ashish,a blazing youth
With a bright future ahead
A day he went out
And never came back

Prem and Aasha waited for his return
Days lost into the empty path
And the nights eternal void
The time never returned

The slaughter house stinks
the pile of rotten bloody corpse
The blood mixed and lost in the dust
Cry out for justice unto the ALMIGHTY like Abel's

Woe to them who can't get time
To get redeemed from the past act
There is no redeemption after death
Only the eternal hell fire

Amar Gurung



Poetry by Amar Gurung
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Written on 2009-08-11 at 08:57

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