It was cold, it was dark, as blind I was.


    "Spare me, please!" Was the man''s shout,                                                Primal hunger, a carnage bout.


    "Leave my child!" The women pleaded,


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    As crimson quenched my thirst.


    Image of memories rushed in, of my life ''first''.


    Disconnected it was, like jumbled pieces.


    Still didn''t know who I was,


    Like a super plying a role unknown, among million mass.


    "Devil!" Shouted the Priest,


    As I wondered ''My name?''


    Till his last breath he struggled, but all in vain.


    Village lay empty and my hunger satiated.


    But the answer to my questions, I still waited.