A While Ago

He was falling

From the cliff. 

No, it wasn't any sport

He saw the child

Running around... 

His mom, with a handful

Of rice and daal, 

Chasing him. 

He is falling

Fast

Every moment

Seemed precious. 

He could finally gather

The courage

To bid adieu

To the perpetually

Warring world. 

Minutes before he could finally

Touch the ground

He saw his mom

Burnt alive,

His sister raped, 

His father murdered, 

By some innocent souls

Who followed the instruction

Of their ignorant leaders.

They had to survive

They wanted to survive

They deserved to survive.

And so they did. 

His parents, his sister, his family

And now he himself

Not in this they. 

He thanked God

Even after years of waiting

For justice, 

When nothing came about, 

He never became a criminal. 

But

He couldn't forgive

The world where

He belonged

A while ago.