•The li'l kid was promised to celebrate next birthday together,
•The lady was the happiest by the news of next meeting.
•Some considered him martinet,
With family he was so loving and piquent.
That ghoul, that monster took them all away....
Many things were assured.. will always be in way.
Daughter had promised to marry the way her father wanted,
It might be the word now, that would be hated..
The anger, the pain, the grief and the hopelessness has no end,
I hope sacrifices in our nation will not become "trend"....
Copyright © Kanchan Verma | Year Posted 2019
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