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Insane redemption
  1. Ajith Cherian
  1. Department of Neurology, Sree Chitra Tirunal Institute for Medical Sciences and Technology, Trivandrum, Kerala, India
  1. Correspondence to Dr Ajith Cherian, Postdoctoral Fellow in Epilepsy, Department of Neurology, Sree Chitra Tirunal Institute for Medical Sciences and Technology, Trivandrum 695011, Kerala, India; drajithcherian{at}yahoo.com

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I believed my sorrows were deep

Thought my anger was justified

Hallucinated that my acts were ordained

Martyr I would be if slain.

Presumed that the colour of battle is bright

Its gilded gold edges embraced me

None shall I spare, it's my destiny

Redemption, restitution, no reconciliation.

Alas I realized it was just a mirage

Wars are always black, pitch black

There's no glory, no martyr, no honour

Just some names on slabs of stone.

The tears that soak your tomb

She and the little ones were dear, so dear

There are no winners or losers in terror acts

Just some utterly shattered souls-departed.

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