My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

A QuEStiOn..

The pitied possession of the Doomed Youth..

stood the test of martyrdom...;
Lost his heart ,hurted are 'Both'....
splendid were the moments fighting for an Evolution....;
Mother, sister , fiancée,feeling the ambiguity of the ultimatum...
Feeling the compassion but strongly waiting for the-so called Revolution...;
Love and suffering ,was still beholding in His eyes...
Still brightened up the utter reflection of pleasure and pain...
but slowly and steadily he felt how Situation dies...
How man can be so cruel and so insane..???
vulnerable...........!!!.Is it God'grace or God 's punishment....
One is hoping rest are at ease...
Nothing can hold the strength of time ....
As now His soul is resting in Peace .....


0 comments:

Post a Comment