The Lost Battle


Dear Ramon,

Made an attempt to write a poem after ages…

Ripping it apart, Pumping venom into the heart

Feeding it darkness, inside a caged breath

Holding on to the wound, suffering in pain

If I release my hand, it will bleed to death.


Repeated strikes brought the wall down

The last fight’s over; battlefield’s no more

Corpses are left unidentified on the ground

Let the Scorching heat burn them into ashes and free their soul.


Sometimes a spike rises and dies, in the uniformity of lifeless beats

A low scream of a voice echoes and fades away deep within

 Emptiness tries to trace the path that ignited the spark

Is this the remaining of past or a cry for a new beginning?


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