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A school of thought

A bright morning in school

shouts of ‘Hey, video show

on the Black Hole! Assemble

in the auditorium’ greet                

the air!

Wow! No boring lectures today!

another video; another learning

doors close, blinds slide

the show begins- the black hole

dark energy

dark matter

dark speed

fascinating!

Sudden shouts, the teacher

‘quickly all of you

under the tables

lie still, don’t move

don’t breathe!

a shocked soul

stuffing a tie into his mouth

to stop that fearful scream

the black boots of death

approaching, ever nearing

the mindless staccato of deadly shots

piercing screams, then

unnatural silence

the boy lying ‘like dead’                                            

the black boots pumping lead.

every nerve screaming

silently in intense agony

Whirling thoughts-

is the black hole up there

or down here!

who is the thinker

who is the doer

in this swirling vortex of hate!

dark energy

dark thoughts

dark actions!

Returning to school after

an extended winter break

completely renovated buildings

all traces of the gruesome attack

seemingly wiped out

greetings of ‘hey, you are alive’

fill the air!

A lonesome soul

sitting forlorn in an empty class

head on the desk, eyes

tightly shut, fists clenched

uncontrolled tears

thirty winsome faces

refusing to go away

 the silent scream

always returning

 

Can the ‘new look’

ever erase images

in the mind’s eye?

what is the solace?

this heart will seek?

will this tender bud

ever understand the

terrible fragility of 

this thing called life?

that every action has a reaction

of value in hindsight!

 

The CCTVs, the whirring cameras

capturing moments

for another video

for another learning

for whom?

for what?

 From the annals of a school anywhere in the world!

Copyright © Sita Bala | Year Posted 2021

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