✍Friend, you had killed yourself Long before you killed me.
The day you planned my death,
Marked the death of human in you.
The dagger you dug deep into my heart,
Was darker than darkness,
And sharper than sharpness,
It pierced my heart in a single stab,
And wounded the minds of millions I loved.
The tears I see in many a face make me weep and long for days.
Your savage grip subdued my lanky frame,
The blood that gushed out,
Reddened the soil of the earth.
You are good at slaying art!
Never was I selfish in my cause.
A classless world was always my dream
Where, you and I and all of us,
Sit and chat in lively joys.
My name bore the dirt of a beaten lad,
And now I lie dead in the purple blood.
You sinned your name through heinous crime
And live a life in the darkened cell.
Neither your heaven nor your hell,
Did I see there after death.
I longed to make this earth a heaven
But you closed the doors of that brighter haven.
Still, I trust my comrades will
One day open all those doors.✍