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It’s all happening again!
I tried to step forward…jerked back,
Cried, “I’m sinking…I’m sinking…
Slipping sands! Oh bloody
“No! it is our road, city road,
blacktopped, and it’s a pot-hole
with yesterday’s rain water.”
My friend looked at me watchfully.
Someone cried aloud…I heard,
Yes I heard so clearly…
”Wild fire! Wild fire!
Run away! Run away!”
I looked around…my eyes dazzled
Everything looked hazy
“Aren’t those trees burning!?”I asked him.
“They are buildings…no burning
there” He said.
My eyes started burning…
throat feeling dry…
some nasty smell…
I coughed and retched and
“No! There, the forest burning!”
Something freaked past me.
I shouted, “There the wild jackal!”
“No! It’s a cycle” He said dryly.
I retched again…
This time I vomited…
“Don’t you see what I do?”
This time I asked beggingly.
“NO!” He smiled.
His smile has no life…
He’s looking pathetic…
“May be after two more such
attacks and some more bloodshed!!
(In a world battered by bombs
I, he, she, they and everyone soon
become paranoid for sure!”)