The death of a bud

THE DEATH OF A BUD
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 Her screams and her tears,

 Still echo touching  my mind

 Memories of that cold  night of terror

 Always returns strongly now and then

 Her look of agony and pain flashes before me

 Of that terrible moment on the canvas of my imagination

 The tears of despair ,the cry of helplessness

 Never wants to go away from the screen of my brain

 Her little hands violently looking for pure calmness

 Seeking help from the unknown  darkness

 A bright ray of possiblity from the chilled air

  But  all trying in vain in those helpness moment

 cling to the wind  in presence of those demons vilolence

 On the prestigious  street loosing all prestige,virginity

   In unsafe hands of Safe city Of National capital !!!!

 ~~~~Jawahar Gupta ~~~