Am I A Killer? Poem by Shaista Amin

Every night a little girl comes in my dream
With an ocean of pain in her deep eyes
Her pale face like a withered flower
And her sunken eyes like an old graveyard
She comes, gazes at me and smiles
But in her smile I feel the pain
As I try to console her, she runs away laughing
But in her laughter I feel helplessness
Everytime I ask her that why she disturbs me
And everytime she answers, 'why you killed me? '
My every night ends with her aching answer
And my every day starts with an unusual question
Am I a killer?