The Murderer (Poem By Harshdeep Singh)

 The Murderer

Poem By Harshdeep Singh

Tied in cuffs,
Waiting in jail,
The heart of the murderer
Cried for its bail.

He didn't remember
For how long was he there.
Scars over his body,
Memories became scare.

What we sow,
That we reap.
Why didn't they tried to know
The reality down deep?

The locket he had,
That of his wife.
For whom he was accused
Of taking her life.

Fingers rolled over;
Tears dropped on its glass.
His thoughts were pinching him
As dead winter grass.

The sun was ready by now
To overcome the dark night.
Outside the gloomy bars,
The waiting rope was in sight.

Brought by men,
Wearing color Khaki green.
To know what was the truth,
Nobody there was keen.

All were there to see
The end of the "Killer Gun".
To witness the punishment of
What he had never done.

Still, he had no regret in his heart;
It was the end of his misery in jail.
And as the first ray enlightened the day,
His soul got its bail...

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