Pawan Sharma

Scars
Scarred are my faces

With a generation of lies

Look out of your window

And see how the time flies

We have spoken in silence

But your ears were all deaf

Of the promises you have spoken

And the ones you never kept

I lift my hands today

With a thousand painted faces

Colors that disappreared from them

But the memory itself never erases

The voices that you face today

Are a thousand thunders of fire

Stored from the souls of serene

Deprived of desires

The strength they have driven

From your mockery and satire

Now your voice echo hollow

Of a mere dejected liar

The light has marched the horizons

The dawn is not so far

You will have our promised revolution

From each of the throbbing scars

                                                           ©Samik Bhattacharya 2012

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