By Parnika Garg
As that raindrop bounced upon my face,
I felt as if I had became pious all again.
Washing away all my sins,
Forgiving myself of the mistakes I never did.
Cursing people who played with me,
And with no shame they must be roaming away free.
The lightning reflects my agony and misery,
The loud thunderbolt depicts my heart scream.
The swaying winds ask my eyes to take some rest,
And praise me, "Girl you fighted your best!"
I don't want any candle marches for my justice,
I just want their graves burried beside my place.
Before I bid this world a good bye,
I want to mock at those fiends who have dead souls yet alive!
By Parnika Garg
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