Theme: Betrayal

Death - The Equalizer

They call you a slayer,
For me you are a player,
Without the thunder,
You could plunder.
Without the blaze,
You were set to raze.
For settling an old score,
Without blood and gore,
You choked me with a joke, 
With your master stroke.
Now that I am dead,
I rather thank you instead,
For returning me my due,
With your brutal rescue.

03-Nov-2018

More By  :  Prosenjit Chatterji

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