That Day! ! Poem by d'menz veen

That day,
someone came,
went leaving me dead.
A cruel death.

I'm here,
drowned in flood of tears,
burnt in a funeral pyre,
I'm torn,
I'm burnt.
I don't know how to speak-
And explain the taste of ashes,
Of a funeral pyre,
Is sweet or bitter?

Look!
Those times,
have blinded their eyes,


What did they really wanted,
to speak out?

The shyness of those lifting breezes
Went flowing up above,
to be with those bachelor stars.

Many nights,
Nights after nights,
and day,
On the temple door,
where wet stones lied,
Today,
somebody stole it away,

There the footprints,
And green carpet grasses,
Night and day,
Waited,
beating their hearts.

Oh! Who did come?
To hide, the melody of life...
I don't know..
Really didn't know,
In the night's darkness,
leaning,
Whose poisonous nails,
Did snatched away,
the happiness of my sky?

Today I'm dead,
That day I was dead,
and tomorrow I'll remain dead...
dead in mother's bosom.