ARE YOU STILL CRYING MY MOM.

ARE YOU STILL CRYING MY MOM...

Do not cry o mom,
Are you yet to find a reason of my murder,
I went to roam around in the jungle, Little did I know about the hunter, Who was waiting to hunt. You once narrated that this is our own jungle, Then teachers taught me the meaning of OWN. Knowing all this I went into my OWN Jungle. And I never knew that there is ''no turning back''.
I had a dream wherein I sensed peace, I saw you playing with kids, I saw you in the garden of roses, I saw you showering love on me. I saw you laughing, I saw you laughing, And suddenly a hunter arrived and forced you to watch, The hunter chocked my neck, My eyes bulged out, You touched his boots, He kicked you back, It took to him fifty seconds to snatch my soul, It took him fifty seconds to appease his master, It took him fifty seconds to change his tone.
Are you still crying my mom, I know you will cry till you are alive, I know you will cry at every sight of the hunter, I know you will remember me when the hunters' master will come to console you. ARE YOU STILL CRYING MY MOM...