The Devils Die Last
Give me back my innocence,
I wasted in the journey
When blood trickled down my last breath,
Inquisitively, I have been asked..are you dead?
So that’s why they call me devil as I die last..
I never cried tears; it was the toxins that came out.
I never exhaled air it was the repentance of my soul…still cursed, still starved.
Condemned by my miseries, I still live
Spitted upon by my own sweat……
Yes! I still live in me,
Cause the devil dies last.
Copyright © Bidhu Patnaik | Year Posted 2013
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