Silenced

Silenced long poem

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In the cobbled sunlight
Cast by the filtered leaves
She gazed fondly at him,
Love apparent in her gaze
He played with bushes, the grass
Her watchful eye took in, ready
For a loving pat, a reminding tap,
To guide, train and teach
Watched him learn world’s ways
Its beauties, its joys, learn
Its pains, the feel of flowers
The taste of berries, the prick of thorns
Memories of his stumbles, his falls,
His tantrums, his love,
Filled her mind, overwhelming,
He playfully chased a bee,
Unaware of its painful charms, when
A single shot, a whizz through,
Peaceful leaves heralded death
Her eyes widened in shock
Running to his form
Gathered him up, as the blood,
Warm, trickled amidst her hair
She moaned in grief, with attempts,
Vain to induce life,
Grief flowed, mingled with blood
The very shadows deepened, wept
Her eyes crinkled in pain,
Oblivious to the world,
Her world dead, she barely,
Felt the bullet through her bowed head
As they lay side to side,
Gorilla, mother and child
We gathered in glee,
To collect our prize; our bloodied booty

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A doctor by profession, I specialize in Emergency Medicine and am based out of Bangalore. As you can imagine, stress and adrenaline and insanity is not something I’m ever short of. I write primarily to hold on to my own personal form of crazy. My writing goal is simple, an article in some form every week. Expect everything from movie and book reviews to poems and prose to social articles on my ever fluctuating state of mind. What else you need to know about me – – Promising Bathroom Singer – Knows more about movies than that other guy – My three favourite drinks – Coffee, Beer and Buttermilk – If I shaved, I woke up early – Things You’ll find in my pockets in decreasing order of probability – Garbage, earphones, phone, wallet
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