STAINED...........

Roaming freely in this cruel world,
sporting a ruthless heart of stone,
my hands are all stained with blood,
stained with blood till the bone....

the blood of all the innocents i stabbed,
leaves on my hands, a radient stain,
the one, which only i can see,
the very one, driving me insane....

all those people i left broken,
all just memories in my mind,
all were the ones i adored,
all of them, stabbed from behind..

if remorse is what i'd search,
tearing every piece of this world apart,
i know well, i wont get it,
even if i stabbed my own heart...

at times i feel, what shame should i hold,
knowing, my punishment awaits me il hell,
long time i spent here waiting,
to hear the devil ring my doorbell....

leaving my victims, only half dead,
unable, even to make a groan,
my hands are stained with their blood,
stained with blood till the bone....

-Abhijit Kurve