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Darkness and silence of a forest,
three strangers.
A chirp,
two roars.
Fear ran-
In all three.
The first bald,
took a gun.
Had it six bullets,
fired five-
remained one.
The second deaf,
took a knife.
Showed his ability
and threw in the dark.
A moan,
Painful to hear-
he didn't know.
Went through the third,
Hurled a stone upwards-
was heavy,
Took him landing down.
Blood through the skull.
Searched other two,
No one in sight.
Heard the same roar,
thought of a lion.
A light in distant,
went near it.
Saw a cigarette lying nearby.
Took it,
first in hands,
then inside the lungs.
Took a long breathe,
thought he lost his anxieties.
Now the howl,
meant nothing.
Stood up,
Shouted aloud.
Threw the cigarette,
Saw his friends nearby.
Both dead,
as he read the impulse.
Got frightened,
had a book to ward off evils.
Read it,
Crossed his fingers;
as he saw a black cat passing by.
'Bread and butter, '
No bread,
No butter-
to eat.
He was hungry,
Belly wanted something.
Thought of fruits-
Saw an apple nearby-
thought of Adam.
Thought of God's denial-
Thought of God's curse.
Sat down.
wept for a while.
Stood up,
wiped out his tears.
Thought of someone,
Again saw a light nearby.
Went along its direction,
Saw a next cigarette-
Took it into the lungs.
Thought of the Alexander-
Suddenly heard the gunshot-
rather he felt the bullet.
He touched his belly,
and there was the last bullet.
Lying in his adipose-
resting as the food
which he was desiring for.
Before taking the last breathe,
Saw a black cat,
Holding a T-shirt,
written-
'STATUTORY DIRECTIVE: SMOKING IS INJURIOUS....'
Bed Prakash Bhatta
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Wednesday, May 30, 2007 |
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Friday, March 04, 2011 |
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