SENTINEL POETRY
ONLINE MAGAZINE MONTHLY #13  (DECEMBER 2003) ISSN 1479-425X

NILANSHU KUMAR AGARWAL


I am being drowned

Flood waters are moving fast.
I don't know swimming.
I am lost on the railway tracks.
Locomotives are coming towards me.
I don't know which way to move.
I am being plundered.
Numberless weapons are towards me.
I am unable to cry.
I need assistance.
I cry for help.
No voice comes out of my mouth.
I use all my powers to create an oral sound.
No use.
So, I lament.
No voice even in lamenting.
Utter desperation.
Utmost fear.
Ugly phobia.
I jump from the upper storey
And find my head beneath the pillow.

ƒ

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