And when the lights goes off,
I can still feel the creepy hands lingering
All around the air.
With my eyes wide as soccer's
Gush of fear flowing through every blood vessels,
Body gone colder than the arctic ice
Loosing all its senses in the mean fright.
I can still hear all those screams
Surpassing all the layers of my ears and screens.
When the night was blessed Eid,
With takbeer echoing in the streets.
Shriveled in a corner bed
Frightened to death
Of our very own bloody gene
That has lost its originality with so much keen.
I still hallucinate,
Of all those shout so loud!
With screeching sobs at its background
Imprints on the cheek that brought,
Of faces so pale and white.
This trauma intact on my sense,
shivering when there's some argument.
I'd rather take all the blame,
Than having to hear all again:
Tearing screams full of pain.
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Dated: 19/Aug/2019
Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.
For these words that comes out, as my saviour in shining armour. Venting this out, needed much of courage, and now after writing this, my head feel so very light weight!
Alhamdulillah, all the praises be, to my Allah.
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