A FLOOD OF BLOODA Poem by nupur chauhan
I TURNED MY FACE
AND FOUND MANY FACES STILL WAITING SOME GLIMPSES OF PAT A GLANCE OF CARE WHICH WAS STILL FRETTING A DROP OF BLOOD WHICH TURNED INTO A FLOOD SHIVERED MANY SOULS AND STILL TURNED ME COLD THAT INNOCENT MAN WITH A THIN MOUSTACHE AN INNOCENT SMILE WHICH SUFFERED WITH AN ACHE THAT JOLLY LADY WITH A SILVER FISPY BUN WHO FAILED TO HAVE A GLANCE OF THE NEXT DAY'S SUN AND YAA THAT CUTE CHILD ( HOW CAN I FORGET ) WHO DAILY CALLED ME TO PLAY SOME WHERE IS LOST THAT FACE WHICH WAS SIMPLY HAPPY AND GAY 'WHY' IS NOT THE ANSWER WHAT I SAW WAS A FLOOD WHICH DEVASTED NUMEROUS LIVES A FLOOD OF BLOOD
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