ILL - FATED NIGHT

 

 

Never saw death so near,

Never felt the pain so close,

When that deadly car smashed,

with all its mighty force.

 

The streams of blood,

The cotton white shirt,

Unconscious Cold mind,

...............Brutally hurt.

 

Lying in acute agony,

and in endless pain.

On that ill-fated night,

as if born again.

 

Thousand prayers whispered,

In the fraction of a second.

To save that pious soul,

From the brutal death's hand.

 

Reckless taming of power,

by a  blind drunk man.

Ceased the excitement...

But! Agony of a Naive began.

 ~ Aanchal ~

(Dedicated to the Savage Ill-fated Night of 17th Aug'03)

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