A Prank by Harihar Rai Jha



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Theme : Guilt
A Prank
by Harihar Rai Jha

A blind girl asks me, "is it day or night?"
my old classmate she is, not blind by birth
I get hurt when she asks in broad day light
to answer is futile, what is its worth?

Her bad luck it was, a prank turned tragic
accident happened in a chemistry lab
perceived as no one's fault what a magic!
a few people thought it was hide and stab.

At her silly question my head explodes
pain in my blood infiltrates into bones
how to help her, sympathy makes inroads
Why do I melt when my heart is like a stone?

Anguish in me tries to escape in vain
A guilt-ridden man cries in throbbing pain

January 6, 2008

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