Tell me
What happens when
You stick a knife
Into a man’s stomach
And he spurts blood
From his mouth
And then as life leaves him
He grabs your collar
And looks you in the eyes
With a pleading look
And questions you
Without a sound.
Do you for once
feel sad?
Were you at unease
When his soul
Questioned you
And you just stared
Into those dark pits
Which by the way
Had no tears
But only questions
And then you waited
For the light to go away
So that you could
Make a final call
And spurt the words
Job done
Would you ever think about
Those eyes
When they were
In their final moments?
-Jafar Rehman
So, I have started to write whatever I get, be it dark poetry or anything else. Tell me if you liked it.
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The day realization will set in…bloodshed will decline or diminish
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Maybe that will happen!
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What a brilliant poem 😱 I like the idea… 😎
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Thanks! 🙂
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This was so strongly worded and thought of!
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yeah!
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Liked it! 😀
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Glad you liked 🙂
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