"The Murderer" by Harshdeep Singh

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is my first poetry work. "The Murderer" is a serious poem about a man who was wrongly accused of killing his wife.In the end, the man embraces the end of his life as his death is better than his life in jail. This emotional poem will try to provoke your opinions about the errors in judgement which proves fatal to innocents. Read this at least once..........

Submitted: October 23, 2010

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Submitted: October 23, 2010

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HEART OF THE MURDERER BY HARSHDEEP SINGH ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tied in cuffs, Waiting in jail, The heart of the murderer Cried for its bail.

He didn't remember For how long was he there. Scars overs his body, Memories became scare.

What we sow, That we reap. Why didn't they tried to know The reality down deep.

The locket he had, That of his wife. For whom he was accused Of taking her life.

Fingers rolled over, tears fell on its glass. His thoughts were pinching him As dead winter grass.

The sun was ready by now To overcome the dark night. Outside the gloomy bars, The waiting rope was in sight.

Brought by men Wearing colours Khakhi green. To know what was the truth, No one there was keen.

All were there To see the end of the \"Killer gun.\" To witness the punishment Which he had never done.

Still he had no regrets in heart; it was the end of his misery in jail. And as the first ray enlightened the day, His soul got its bail........

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