In the dimly lit corridors of the hospital
lurked a malefic figure-
restless fidgety in the grip of passion.
Unmindful of the eerie environ
young nurse Aruna hastened to the quarters
to change into her uniform for the day
when suddenly from behind a shadowy corner
an evil force emerged and dragged her
to a lonely corner.
What passion it was, anger or lust,
Friday, October 26, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: social injustice