The last shot

Jenneth
Hideous faces smile in my dingy calendar
Blood stains cover nudity of broken figures
W western winds open folios one by one
Beyond December I could see your image
Drenched, by the ruddiness of their gun shots.
After they parted your flesh, bit by bit-
They filled your remains with lead pellets
They tore your garb to wipe their grime
End, they spot my figure, veiled in the dark
Raising their fingers, they called me a slayer
Missiles like meteors, they blasted around me
Before I could bawl, they threw me to the dark.
Jenneth
I can hear the clock strike thirteen
Now, the sound of their boots are nearing me
The stench of my death engulfs me
While the last train whistles past the abandoned station
Death bells chime in the church at the northern bend
Wagon rolls to the edge of the gate
Piercing the dark, their guns clicks
But see, lead balls turning to pink rose
Night turns to day, gallows transform a garden
Eerie deserts alter to blue lagoons
Just you and me filling the whole world..

Born and brought up in Lakshadweep Islands. Presently Chairperson of Lakshadweep Social Welfare Board.