Vengeance The slap that fell, On those well dressed devils, Was my vengeance they thought, But, tribute is what I offered, To my parents who alongside me relentlessly fought, Ignoring bravely what the society thought. - Full poem in the caption Vengeance Wait, they urged. She walked away, lips pursed. In her eyes memories trailed, Of the day her arrival was announced, As a dew drenched morning rose, Her countenance was serene and composed.
