Blood Clots: A Poem

A soul finally created it’s sketch in the panes of his window

A murder took place;
With fresh blood of many colours;
Between them a dead river created a mark;
Which defines the tragedy;
Some colours finally released their limbs;
And some became endangered;
Pain was hungry to engulf the body;
As it heard the rumour of a death;
It flew like a hawk in search of a serpent;
A soul finally created it’s sketch in the panes of his window;
While the other was running to never let the sketch touch him;
Many asked “Who was murdered?”
While very few asked about the murderer;
As the murderer resided in every soul;
In the deep cracks it lurks with venomous tongue;
A loud thud was heard with some codes in it;
The murderer knew that he was hunted;
He ran with all his strength;
His heart wrenched because of lack of energy;
Love was murdered by hatred that day;
Miles away hatred never knew that salvation was hunting him;
He didn’t murder love;
He murdered himself;
He was safe when he had the company of love;
And now he was murdered in a lonely place with no souls.

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Kabir Deb ( 4 Posts)

Kabir Deb was born in Haflong and completed his schooling from Kendriya Vidyalaya, Karimganj. After that completed his Graduation and Masters from Assam University, Assam. Poetry has been his passion and a hobby from childhood. He looks forward to change the society with the power of poetry. His work has been published in 'To be my Valentine' edition of Hall of Poets, Reviews Magazine, Bhor Foundation, Different Truths Magazine. He has recently received The Social Journalism Award from the Different Truths Magazine.
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