"White" [Murder Part-2]
The softness of white
And the boldness of red
That is where innocence is bled
Eyes Blind fold, Nervous smile
And with some words unsaid
Deep dark secrets, Scattered feeling
That is where love is shed
Butchers knife in frail hands
She is not the one to dread
Blood in eyes, Cursed soul
That is how she dropped dead
Endless rumors, false acquisitions
That is how she was misread
Unknown facts, masking games
That is how the culprit fled…
Read the First Part here: Murder
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Watch out for the next part. Coming soon...
Labels: Murder, Mystery, Narrative poetry, Poem, Poetry, Short Story
posted by Kritika Mehta @ 09:01
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