Guilty

by Victor Thoudam

In a winter night dream,
Many frozen pieces of ice was
Muffled under my blanket
My scorch was aching,
I was awoken from the surreal.

And a naked of pauses psyched in my head.
Unbelievably believed in the horror of the decapitated body
That was Corpse beside my bed
The banner on the chest was written…
"FOR NO REASON, FOR HE WANTS TO SPEAK THE TRUTH"

My hands were intimidated to
Lift the smashed head
To know whose mutilated body it was
And felt a bloody wretch in my stomach
From the bloody smell of blood
Then I grasp the head and put it up on the light
I have never seen him or known him before…
Why didn’t I see him or know him before?
I asked myself.
And I never felt guilty about it.
And I never felt guilty about it
And I felt guilty for not being a millionaire

My bullet desire never ceased
It never eclipsed and it always grew mightier
than the bullet, than the roars of thunder