This way <br /> <br /> nobody goes <br /> only a screaming is heard <br /> <br /> sharpened teeth <br /> and bloody daggers <br /> are hanging on trees <br /> <br /> dipping blood <br /> fresh <br /> human <br /> innocent <br /> <br /> comments <br /> on this direction <br /> <br /> which is waiting everywhere.<br /><br />Bhartendu Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/direction-8/
