I still remember that dreadful time
That season !
When the sun set in shame,
The tides refused to rise,
No bird ever sang,
The rhyme of valor of warrior wise.
The leaves stopped to shed,
Every lane in the town was blood red,
Just remember how dreadful it got,
When the ice gave us warmth,
And the fire began to freeze instead.
Nights were even more darker,
Days got gloomy,
Stars never twinkled,
World was getting doomy.
The silverlight of moon,
all thought to be a boon,
also perished in dark,
as hope broke it down too, soon!
Clouds they thought
were merciful in town,
until pain and sorrow it was
which they poured upon.
Was it a reality
or the lucid dream.
Or the reality trapped me in the dream,
I never wished to be in.
I still remember when I asked it,
"Is it dream or reality?"
and he said,
"I am in you but you have always been in me!"
Yes, how can I forget,
that when it all happened
and my conscience was reason,
How can I forget that dreadful time
that dreadful season.