With a white sheet
filled with marks of pen
there rose a squall from the lady love
her eyes sighted marks of red
...
I believe that things didn't went right
Things didn't went, we intended
Things went from bad to worse
And from worse to worst
...
A Letter In Red
With a white sheet
filled with marks of pen
there rose a squall from the lady love
her eyes sighted marks of red
a spill of blood there shattered
where she viewed
the body of her brave man
clustered on a bandage
crumpled inside a blanket
Her oral fissure whispered some words
where it read -'Suraj dead'.
'He was a brave man'.
Her face grimaced
rambling started her gesture
her hand folded the letter
a flux of tears her eyes had
in a motionless seizure, she remained,
with a letter in red
Her vision takes a flight
of the days of happiness
where a lady of a dauntless man
she adressed herself
where from dawn to twilight
there led a wait for a letter
from her brave man
Dribbling in change
from felicity to lugubriousness
her heart with bravery was overtaken
with affright
numb turned her
the letter in red.