MY Tattered Soul | English Poem| Octiger Color


He held me with his finger tips,
He was so powerful, not a noddy,
I tried my best to loose the grip,
He kept on fondling my body.

He was such an ace,
I was exhausted by the fight,
He didnt loose in any case,
Despite my blows so tight.

I anyhow rescued my skin,
I hurriedly fled away,
But, despite of so much of din,
No one was on the way.

Running through the retisence,
I controlled my tears,
After reaching my residence,
I tried to lower down heart's gears.

I felt all broken,
By such inhumane act,
My ego and self respect sunken,
Mind tried hard to forget that fact.

Beating up the stakes,
I wanted to take revenge for his done,
I gathered all my courage it takes,
And set out with a gun.

I wanted to cut off those evil hands,
I wanted to kill him before my eyes,
I found him with his friends,
Laughing out on each others lies.

Up went my hand,
Bang... Bang... there was the bullet,
It was the end,
Dark blood flushed out of the outlet.

I felt so relax,
My heart hard like rock,
Was now again of wax,
And just then flowed my emotional stock.

Clouds in the sky, the sun up high,
Give me a reason to live one more day.
The chirping birds, red leaves gone dry,
Have taught me how to be happy and gay.

My eyes gleamed with pleasure,
Like the eternal shining sun,
Down flowed all the pressure,
I wasn't guilty for what I done.

I got my revenge,
I could feel releif in my body whole,
After this avenge,
Still tattered remained my soul.