why?they asked,I chose the agonizing yet poignant tool instead of the glorified, sharp yet insatiable sword...
perhaps impotent to ilucidate, i retorted
"May be because I couldn't give them their quietus as a reward."

while all the vanquished vehemence deliberately started to take it's barbarous form,
it felt just like the frightful silence right before the storm.

obliged to rebel the ludicrous norms which this twisted land foisted on me,
ignominy of the denizens was the price to pay, still disobedient to the imprisonment I am to be.

craving for a blood bath even though liberty was like a forlorn dream to see...
the tool of honour clutched my hand and the vexation of it made me show my artistry..

brave were those who witnessed
scared were those who denied
ignorant were those blinded
for the sake of war
won the souls who fought
saved the souls who sought,
and cried those whose defeat they were reminded.

_ aniket.

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