Rain of Pain ~ A poem dedicated to martyrs of Taj Massacre (26th Nov 2k8)

I am hurt, I am in pain

I have nothing else to gain

Wounds, scars and blood,

Corpses and dying faces flood

I want revenge this time

Their chopped faces should make slime

How could I forget that night

Those bullets, that scary sight

Till when should I promote peace

Not at least for neighbors who wear fleece

This time I am not ready to curb the pain

I am not willing to stop the bleeding vein

I will see the blood , remind myself of the day when I lost my grace

Infuse grit, courage to eradicate violence coming out of their face

I have seen raining eyes, lost hopes, mothers and sisters getting faint

God forgive me this time and no more I wanna be a perfect saint

There has to be a start, a beginning of a new day

A day when for all the wound we got, those people must pay

I am up and will make sure those sacrificed souls aren't in vain

I wanna see end of terror and make sure all terrorist get rain of pain