anwaar.i.hassan@anwaar-i-hassan
_”Beheaded”_
Disoriented but alive
Beheaded but trying,
To find a way to survive
In the cruelest of cruel times
Haven’t met myself in long long time
When counted the days, they were twenty five
They run after me to punish me for crimes
That I never did, but they don’t think twice
Always in a fight
Between dark and light
Shades of green turned golden bright
Painting my mind in the middle of the night
I shaded my life, using my bile
Poisoned my soul, to save my pride
But in the end, one must die
Beheaded and not revived