X-marked spotA Poem by poddar kushal
X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking to peep in
Face the dark smell of bereavement and stall.
The wind doesn’t dare to seek permission,
It is strolling and turning on the footpath.
“Death always happens to him who seeks it “
Someone says to someone as if death won’t
Visit him or the man at inspection
With forensic precision. The birds lose
Interest and fly to achieve life from
The dustbins and leftovers. They are life.
And, right at that moment the death looks at
The cross-eagled prey that was a human.
The yellow tape, the prohibitions, fear…
Blurs out of vision. Forensic science
Fails to take the prints of it that is standing so near… © 2008 poddar kushalReviews
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Added on May 28, 2008Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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