The Accused

The case was at its final verdict. He turned his sight from the judge to me. His eyes glinted just like they once did when he was wrapped up in my arms with a white sheet. But they lacked the innocence they once possessed. The stare was interrupted by the verdict-“Guilty”. Unforgettable. It was a March 24th, the same day he was born.

Violence

Wars are never won
because  they are always 
devastating, leaving behind
fruitless success to be
adorned by the tears of
the bereaved.

A Small Note

“If you are reading this, this is my answer and I regret not saying it you, I love you, it has always been and always will be  ” she wrote with the hope that he will read for she knew she didn’t have much time left.