100 Saw Them Dead

 I was wandering in the mists of memories

And found a beautiful red diary.

It was kept on the side of my friend’s bed.

I opened the first page and it read…

100 saw them dead.

Why would anyone say such a grave thing?

I wondered looking up at the ceiling…

There was not a mark or scratch on the wall.

I gather her house was new and

Just then I got a call.

“Hey! Let’s meet over.”, said another friend.

I was hesitant, had other things to tend.

The diary had intrigued me as hell,

I even ignored the door - bell.

Who knows what destiny has for you?

I turned the page and started reading,

The story of a prince who was bleeding.

It’s not me to give into myths and classics.

But this time I felt my soul was feeding.

And then a teardrop rolled by…

I closed the diary and got up with a jolt

Realizing the creaking noise of the bed bolt.

Splashed some water on my face

And made my way to the terrace.

I needed some fresh air!

As I looked down the street and the people around

There were too many noises not much sound.

A rag-picker screamed for his living and

I laughed at myself for not forgiving…

A long-lost friend and my love!

The war had ended, the queen was frail

And the king was dead. Just then I remembered

having left the diary on my friend’s bed.

‘A 100 saw them dead’, it had read. I thought,

“But who had won really?”