I Pity Him
He was a victim,
As his eyes witnessed a massacre.
He was a firm believer of his own.
Still he was a victim.
I pity him.
He was a motivator
Inspirational poet.
Still his words wounded like bullets
Each word was targeted and inflicting
I pity him.
Nothing is inevitable.
Perception changes.
We do also.
Only the sky shines with twinkling stars.
Same. Same.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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