In Search of the Eternal Killer

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

I don’t know

Who killed the innocent me.

I am dead

But alive only

In dissents and protests

Mutely crowded

In hearts and minds.

The dead body

That is wrapped in white

Sobs behind

Seeking

Nothing but a probe

Into the death

Of its throbbing breath.

The master is the sole witness

To the tragic end

Of my life

But he has left it

In the lurch

For resting in heavenly peace

If God exists

Why does He remain silent?

Life here is turbulent

And violent.

If Death is the only healer

Let me die and die in search

Of my eternal Killer…

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