where unpleasant words go when they die



Haggard

Hello people.
Its been 3 months since I last posted.
Its been a weird three months,fraught with change.

I never managed to post,because I never could land myself in that frame of mind.
Simply couldnt.

Back to change.
I am now studying in Delhi,and will be doing so for the next few years.
Hope itll be a good ride.
 
So here's the new post.
Hope you like it.

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Haggard, he walked into a tin box.
A shiny, air-conditioned box on rails.
His skeletal visage caught the eyes of many,but soon enough,
they turned back to their own pathetic microcosms.


All turned away, but one.


A golden-haired bairn, barely three or four.
Toddling toward the old hunchback,he motioned to his own empty seat.
The simple man, he started to make his way to the seat.


Quickly, the mother scooped up her son, and thrust him firmly back in his seat, with a resounding "hmph!"
The haggard prophet simply stood as he were, for it made no difference to him, to sit or to stand.

But within, he cried.

For another light had been put out,
never again to brighten this world.

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ciao