shwet awasthi

Dark Was The Night

Dark was the night when he left me.
The tears welled up, saw a generation of trials passing away.
I saw the tears of my father, the man who never cried
My father the person who fought death at it’s most extreme.

Who was there to heal my lacerated soul, nobody.
What was there providing the balm on my parched conscience.
I slithered like a snake wounded by the dart of guilt
Probably I failed him when I should have succored.

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