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Sad Irony

Crisp Autumn Evening,
Darkness slowly descending.
People briskly moving,
Weekend finally arriving.
An young soul walks across the lot
With sweetheart by his side,
Each step they take
Little do they know
It will be their last stride together,
Before his exit to heaven.
A dark figure emerges from nowhere
To cast a shadow in more ways than one.
Demands the purse
And a struggle ensues briefly.
In iota of time
A shot rings out
Silencing his soul
Shattering his life.
Sitting down
Watching as he is carried away
Amidst the fears and tears
What is she to make of this?
Why her? Why him?
Is this a bad dream?
No one has the answers..
As it is a sad irony of our lives. 

– Chandran
August 3, 2003

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