The scar, muted
The mellifluous voice
The parlance, to
Its dead end
And crushed the heart
Palpitating eternal pain
Freedom was penalised
At that dark and fearful night
A hand of vice, truncated
The bellow, which
Once was the darling
Of Parents and friends
In remembrance, Damini
An eternal strength
I solemny swear, not
To take rest, until
Demon is not vanquished
To its Hell!
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