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Clasping the bed linen

The old woman gasped for breath

And pleaded air to enter into her nostrils

She beseeched before the heavens

To pump back health into her

She sensed the fear of her heart

Embroiled in a war between life and death



The subtle heat of the case

Could be sensed in the air

The courtroom remained silent

Except for the two lawyers who broke the silence

The accused looked at the Lady Justice

Like her even truth was blindfolded

He was innocent and only he knew it

The politics in the state found no scapegoat

Better than him

He was sure he’d be announced guilty

For a crime never committed

Entangled in truth and Lie

He beseeched the heavens to save him




The right leg walked left

And, the left one seeked right

The right hand danced in the air

Whilst the left one caught a cheap beer bottle

With drowsiness robbing his senses

He walked across the crowded road

The drunkard’s carelessness

Threw the people into tantrums

It seemed, as if death pitied him

And halted every time he came closer

To a moving car or motorcycle

Tangled in the web of addiction

He forgot the world everytime

The nectar trickled through his throat

Just like a dry land revives after rain

His tongue revived when the ambrosia flowed on it


The unwanted hand touched her

She stared at a shadow approaching

Towards her in the room

She was forced into prostitution

It brought her money

Enough to feed the members of her family

Torn between dignity and shame

She found no way out



With the decline in the day

The sun reached its resting spot

The cough of the old woman calmed

The court was adjourned and he returned home on bail

The drunkard wobbled back home

The young woman made her way back to home



The four were found sleeping under the same roof

Amidst the four walls that surrounded them

Neither of them had the strength

To admit their day went on well

Yesterday remained the same

Today was the same monotonous one

While future promised no hope of change

Sleep lovingly enwrapped them

And provided them a temporary escape

From their harsh realities
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