Face To Face

Face To Face short poem

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I’ve come for walk early today.
It’s not dawn yet. But don’t worry!

In the park, on reaching the banyan tree,
It came out- an indistinct figure- dark, with
…Terrible fangs! Hairy body! Fiery eyes!

At one go, I moved a few steps back.
Am I…, yes, it’s there, standing still!
Staggering, powerless, dead-headed, I saw
There’s no one else around! An empty gulp.
My trembling hands reached the gun.

Opened the eyes at home to find
My body weak, a leg plastered!
How did the bullet hit my leg?
My eyes went to the window;
Wha…What…! Oh, nooo…!

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I am an amateur researcher. I'm currently working as a lecturer in English. Poetry is one of my passions! I have been composing poems since 2008.
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Chandrama Deshmukh

A thrilling read though a poet’s note could help.
Sometimes a poem grips you and you want to know more.


We all have a bit of it in us to fight every day. I am glad you added a bit about your poem as it has made
the image so clear. I enjoyed the way you depicted that part in us.

ammu sachariah

Good poem. I enjoyed it.


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