I forgot, was it me <br />in a body pile draped in dust, <br />still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac <br />starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers, <br />young virgins inhaling death? <br /> <br />This journey under the guns, displacing <br />hapless thousands, will reach destination <br />on thick, blood stained red, dirt road of life? Step by step <br />the dynasty breaks and violence, a malignant <br />spread overtakes the bones <br /> <br />of avatars; the round bloodshot eyes <br />cross the barriers of silence and step out <br />from the skin: they were bombing <br />his bunker. <br /> <br />*On the death of Vellupillai Prabhakaran, LTTE Leader<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/return-journey-2/
