The Murder

You colonized my mind.
You snatched my freedom to dream.
The idea in my mind-
Pleaded me to bring it into existence.
I cried myself to sleep every night,
When you forced me to abort my brainchild.

Oh, you're already celebrating your victory,
Since the society won't discover your misdeed.
How could anyone ever imagine-
That my own father murdered his grandchild.

©songbriti


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