If I can…
🚫🚫🚫🚫In the depth of my wrecked heart, there,
I always bear painful pasts that are worse than
abysmal nightmares.
If I have (enough) strength enough to explain,
I'll expose everything which hurt me
in the field of mass killing.
I'll expose which I felt after my village was burnt down.
I'll expose those which agonized me when tyrants
threw hungry babies into the blazing fire.
I'll expose about my book-shelf which was burnt
along with my dwelling.
I'll expose about those my childhood friends of
different faiths, who set fire on my village.
I'll expose those how mothers screamed when
their families were interred alive.
I'll expose how my heart was terrified due to
the dreadful sound of ultra explosions surrounded
like thundering in my ears.
I'll expose those cliff of bloods that flowed
into the drills instead of water.
I'll expose those scenes where people were
running away to save their lives.
I wanna expose everything which
Genocidal government did on us.
But I can't do so, because I'm tired of deadly hurt,
just visualizing them.
If I knew how to explain all these secret pains,
rooted in my heart, this poor heart of mine
with these burdens could find a way to rest for a while!
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RohangKing,
Mar 2, 2019 (Sat) 3:57 PM
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