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Vikas Bhatt

Abstract Drama Tragedy


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Vikas Bhatt

Abstract Drama Tragedy


The Confession

The Confession

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Forgive me, father, for I've sinned

I slew a soul- precious and young

I had no choice, but to kill and bury

A life so heavy any mortal deny to carry

Of which once was your innocent 

For it was beyond hope and recovery

I remember, perfectly as you

It's first bright, lively, joyful, cracking laughs

That still live in those old photographs

As skin ripping into flakes of ashes

It took several measures to cope

And give not in till last shred of hope

The only remnants of a vital flower

Will be borne and bottled in eternity's hour

Pain and misery became his haunts

But then alas! Dejected, found a knife

I grabbed it hard and took my life. 

My birth and death both gave my mother pain

I could not fathom which one was worse

Where death seemed blessing and living a curse

Unfortunate that it may seem I took my life in vain.


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