The days that
I came across still haunt me
As a
horned monster in mid day dreams
The sweet
and bitter moments one by one
Follow me as
a black shadow in the sun.
The days
were full of terrors and horrors
And the footsteps
sounded like a thunder bolt
Still the
days were like roses on a thorny bush
As the days
were of brave and gallant warriors
The warriors
with no concern for themselves
Voiced against the cruel and unjust social
order
And fought
for a noble cause with no anticipation
Sacrificing
the self for the enslaved “have-not”
They are
confined to a limited memory
The memory
of the past that still reflects
The gone
golden days of a rusting ideology
That had
once promised a heaven on earth.
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