Analysis of The death of a bud

THE DEATH OF A BUD
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 Her screams and her tears,

Still echo touching  my mind

Memories of that cold  night of terror

Always returns strongly now and then

Her look of agony and pain flashes before me

Of that terrible moment on the canvas of my imagination

The tears of despair ,the cry of helplessness

Never wants to go away from the screen of my brain

Her little hands violently looking for pure calmness

Seeking help from the unknown  darkness

A bright ray of possiblity from the chilled air

But  all trying in vain in those helpness moment

cling to the wind  in presence of those demons vilolence

On the prestigious  street loosing all prestige,virginity

In unsafe hands of Safe city Of National capital !!!!

~~~~Jawahar Gupta ~~~