The Innocent Poem by Nash Thomas

"I am innocent,
I am innocent,
Somebody will come,
He will break your dynasty,
He will trash your justice system, "
An ill-charged poet, unknown poet told,
As the last word before capital punishment,
He was against vested law,
He was against vested admin,
Admin framed crooked play,
To make him under the chain,
To trash him into pieces,
He wrote hundreds of poems,
Later, an investigative journalist came,
Opened the case, uphold the poems before the public,
Erratic admin trembled with fear,
Dynasty trashed into dust,
But the wording of the hanged man survives,
Millions and millions raised the voices,
" Oh, crooked admin fellows,
Killers of the genuine one.
Let you and your descendants,
Perishmercilessly in this world,
We will trash your views,
We will uphold the verse of suffering,
To relieve the pain of millions"
The birds proclaimed, recited without knowing,
The last words of the poet, children recited,
With emotional pitch and with melody,
And created the endless dynasty for him.
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10-12-2018,14.23 PM, Kadammanitta.